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You were expecting physical danger? What could it do, kill ya, huh? No, in Hell there's real danger. Of losing your mind.

Elevator to Hell. Going up.

This is the guy who doesn't give up.

Annie: Can I sit here?
Chris: Actually, no. Two years ago, I reserved this specific area.
Annie: What if I say please?
Chris: That's the one exception.

Marie: [looks at a cardboard cutout of Heaven] Is this where we go when we die?
Chris: It's a dream baby, it's a beautiful one, but you know dreams...
Marie: I know, aren't real. I know.

Leona: Where were you just now? You're mind's been wondering all afternoon.
Chris: Thinking of someone.

Leona: Do you wanna see others? Perhaps the city?
Chris: I would, but travel makes me nauseous.

Albert: So what is the "me"?
Chris: My brain I suppose.
Albert : Your brain? Your brain is a body part. Like your fingernail or your heart. Why is that the part that's you?
Chris: Because I have sort of a voice in my head, the part of me that thinks, that feels, that is aware that I exist at all.
Albert : So if you're aware you exist, then you do. That's why you're still here.

Chris: I need Annie.
Albert : That'll change in time.
Chris: Oh, come on Einstein! Time's not on my watch anymore. Time does not exist here. And wherever it went, it's not going to make me need Annie any less.

Albert: You don't understand.
Chris: It's not about understanding- it's about not giving up!

Chris: Where is God in all of this?
Albert: Oh, He's up there. Somewhere... shouting down that He loves us. Wondering why we can't hear Him. You think?

The Tracker: You called your son Albert. Who is that?
Chris: First doctor I interned under. He was like a father to me.
The Tracker: Ah. His words were gold. A brilliant mind. Do you recall what he practiced before he turned to pediactrics?
Chris: Child psychia-...
The Tracker: ...psychiatry. Yeah. And he always was a slow reader. But these... [indicating his glasses] used to be rimless, and the rest of me... used to be black. I also used to read too slow. I don't need these glasses [taking off his glasses] ...my eyes being a figment of my imagination.

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