Leonard Shelby: How can you read that again?
Leonard's Wife: I love it.
Leonard Shelby: But you've read it so many times before...
Leonard's Wife: Don't be a prick. I don't read it to annoy you, I enjoy it.
Awake. Where am I?Leonard Shelby
Nice shot, Liebowitz.Teddy
Finished playing with yourself there, Lenny?Teddy
Leonard Shelby: Strip! Take off your pants too.
Jimmy Grantz: Why?
Leonard Shelby: I don't want to get blood on them.
Teddy: You can't take his car!
Leonard Shelby: [takes a picture of the vehicle] Why not?
Teddy: Because the guy you killed owns it; somebody will recognize it!
Leonard Shelby: Well, I rather be mistaken for a dead guy than a killer.
[voiceover] So where are you? You're in some motel room. You just - you just wake up and you're in - in a motel room. There's the key. It feels like maybe it's just the first time you've been there, but perhaps you've been there for a week, three months. It's - it's kind of hard to say. I don't - I don't know. It's just an anonymous room.Leonard Shelby
If we can't make memories, we can't heal.Leonard Shelby
Teddy: To set yourself a puzzle you won't ever solve. You know how many towns, how many guys called James G? Or John G? Shit, Leonard, I'm a John G.
Leonard Shelby: Your name's Teddy.
Teddy: My mother calls me Teddy. I'm John Edward Gammell.
So you lie to yourself to be happy. There's nothing wrong with that. We all do it.Teddy
When I looked into his eyes I thought I saw recognition. Now I know. You fake it. If you think you're supposed to recognize somebody you, you just pretend. You bluff it to get a pat on the head from the doctors. You bluff it to seem less like a freak.Leonard Shelby
Natalie: Tell me about her again.
Leonard Shelby: Why?
Natalie: Because you like to remember her.
Leonard Shelby: She was beautiful. To me, she was perfect.
Natalie: No, don't just recite the words. Close your eyes... and remember her.
Leonard Shelby: You can just feel the details. The bits and pieces you never bothered to put into words. And you can feel these extreme moments... even if you don't want to. You put these together, and you get the feel of a person. Enough to know how much you miss them... and how much you hate the person who took them away.