Telly Paretta: I had life inside me. I had life. I have a child. I have a son. I have a son, and his name is Sam, you son of a bitch.
Telly Paretta: [Ash is hitting the NSA agaent they have strapped to a chair while questioning him for answers] Don't do that!
Ash Correll: What, this?
[Ash hits him again]
Telly Paretta: At first I thought it had something to do with the plane crash. Remember when that TWA plane crashed over Long Island? Everybody thought it was a missile, friendly fire, or some type of government cover-up.
Ash Correll: Yeah, I remember that.
Telly Paretta: But then I thought, you know, 'How could the government erase our memories?' Its just not possible. So...
Ash Correll: What?
Telly Paretta: So you don't think I'm out of my mind?
Ash Correll: I don't anymore.
Ash Correll: Baseball is great. It's the only sport in the world that you can play while taking a nap.
Telly Paretta: Please tell me, no one will know that you spoke to us. I swear to you!
Cop: They're listening.
Telly Paretta: Why did you change the picture? You replaced our book with an empty book.
Telly Paretta: You erased our son!
Jim Paretta: I didn't change anything! They were always blank!
Dr. Jack Munce: Telly, you never had a son. Sometimes people go around and invent alternate lives, with imagined friends, and imagined families.
Telly Paretta: [shouts] Stop it! Why are you doing this?
Telly Paretta: I am not making him up!
Telly Paretta: Where is my son?
Jim Paretta: I think it's great, you're starting to write again. What's your book going to be about?
Telly Paretta: Psychotic women, and the men who love them.
A Friendly Man: You need to FORGET!
Det. Anne Pope: [shouts] Telly Paretta, stop! I'm Detective Pope! I tracked the man to this house. I shot him in the leg, and nothing.
Det. Anne Pope: He is not human! I believe you!
Det. Anne Pope: You don't know very much. National Security, huh? Better buy better locks.
Dr. Jack Munce: How much time did you spend at the dresser compared to last week?
Telly Paretta: Less.
Dr. Jack Munce: How much less?
Telly Paretta: I don't know exactly.
Dr. Jack Munce: You wanna make a guess, roughly, for the week?
Telly Paretta: Oh, not even an hour a day.
A Friendly Man: I need more TIME!
[yelling at Telly]