have to believe in a world outside my own mind. I have to believe that my actions still have meaning, even if I can’t remember them. I have to believe that when my eyes are closed, the world’s still there. Do I believe the world’s still there? Is it still out there?… Yeah. We all need mirrors to remind ourselves who we are. I’m no different.
(1) What’s the last thing you remember?
(2) My wife…
(1) Aww, how sweet.
(2) Dying. My wife dying.
– Sammy Jankis wrote himself endless notes. But he’d get mixed up. I’ve got a more graceful solution to the memory problem. I’m disciplined and organized. I use habit and routine to make my life possible. Sammy had no drive. No reason to make it work.
1 – Leonard, always get a receipt. 2 – Lemme write that down.
1) must be his, i dont think they’d let someone like me have a gun.
2) fuckin hope not….
1) So, whas he scared?
2) Ya, I think it was your sinister mustache.
3) Fuck you!
1) There are you happy now?
2) I won’t be happy until you leave town!
1) What’s the last thing you remember? 2) My wife… 1) That’s sweet. 2)…dying.
1) whats wrong with your car? 2) nothin, wanna trade?
1)My wife used to call me Lenny. 2)Yeah? 1)I hated it.
1)That’s not your car. 2) It is now.
1-These tracks are just a few days old.
2-What are you, Pocahontas?
1-What’s the last thing you do remember?
2-My wife…
1-That’s sweet.
2-…dying.
1. Have I told you about my condition? 2. Only about everytime I see you.
1. What’s the last thing you remember?
2. My wife
1. How sweet.
2. Dying, I remember my wife dying.
1: These tracks are just a few days old.
2: What are you, Pocahontas?
A car this nice you should lock up
Always get a receipt.
Am I chasing him? (gunshot) No he’s chasing me.
And in your grief, you walked into a jaguar dealership.
Because when she gets jammed up, she’s going to use you to protect her.
Can I just let myself forget what you told me. Can I just let myself forget what you made me do. You think I just want another puzzle to solve. Another John G. to look for. You’re a John G. So you can be my John G. Will I lie to myself to be happy, in your case Teddy, Yes I will.
Did I tell you about my condition?
Do I lie to myself to be happy?
In your case, Teddy… yes, I will.
Dodd, get rid of him.
Ask Natalie.
Don’t trust his lies!
Funny . . . I don’t feel drunk.
Funny. I don’t FEEL drunk.
Have I told you about my condition?—Only everytime I see you.
He is the one. Kill him.
He’s gone. I think you scared him off with
your sinister moustache.
He’s gotta have a car right?
So we take him down to his car and tell him to get the fuck out of here or we’re going to kill him!!
hmmm, I don’t feel drunk
How am I suppose to heal if I can’t feel time?
How am I supposed to heal if I can’t feel time?
How am I supposed to heal if I can’t feel time?
How can I heal if I can’t feel time?
I always thought the joy of reading a book is not knowing what happens next.
I believe that Sammy should be physically capable of making new memories.
I can say whatever the fuck I want, and you can’t do anything about it! I’m going to enjoy using you. Oh, what’s wrong, FREAK? Can’t find your pen, FREAK? Oh, that’s too bad, because maybe then you could write yourself a little note saying how much Natalie hates your fucking guts! You know what one of the reasons for short-term memory loss is? Venereal disease! Maybe your fucking cunt of a wife sucked one too many diseased cocks and turned you into a fucking retard! Oh, you sad, sad freak, I can say whatever the fuck I want and you can’t do anything about it. Because you won’t remember. And we’ll still be friends. Maybe even lovers. I’ll see you…soon.
I can’t remember to forget her.
I can’t remember to forget you.
I can’t remember to forget you.
I don’t even know how long shes been gone. It’s like i’ve woken up in bed and shes not here, because shes gone to the bathroom or something. But somehow I just know shes never gonna come back to bed. If I could just reach over and touch her side of the bed i’d know that it was cold. But I can’t. I know I can’t have her back. But I don’t want to wake up in the morning thinking shes still here. I lie here not knowing how long i’ve been alone. So how can I heal- how am I supposed to heal if I can’t feel time?
I don’t feel drunk.
I don’t think they let people like me carry guns.
I have to believe in a world outside my own
I have to believe in a world outside my own mind. I have to believe that my actions still have meaning, even if I don’t remember them. I have to believe that when my eyes are closed, the world is still there. Do I believe the world’s still there? Is it still out there? Yeah. We all need mirrors to remind ourselves who we really are. I’m no different.
I have to believe in a world outside my own mind. I have to believe that my actions still have meaning, even if i don’t remember them. I have to believe that when my eyes are closed, the world is still there. Do I believe the world’s still there? Is it still out there? Yeah. We all need mirrors to remind ourselves who we really are. I’m no different. Now where was I?
I have to believe in a world outside my own mind…I have to believe my actions still have meaning, even if I can’t remember them… I have to believe that when my eyes are closed, the world’s still there… Do I believe the world’s still there? Is it still out there? Yeah… We don’t need mirrors to remind ourselves who we are… I’m no different… Now, wherre was I?
I have to believe in the world outside my own mind. I have to believe that my actions still have meaning, even if I can’t remember them. I have to believe that when my eyes are closed, the world’s still there.
I have to trust that when I close my eyes the world is still there.
I need a weapon (picks up an empty J&B bottle) this will do
I never said Sammy was faking, just that his problem was mental instead of physical…but, she couldn’t understand.
I thought I had helped her.
I thought she just needed some kind of answer.
I didn’t think it was important what the answer was,
just that she had one to believe.
I’ll write that down
I’m not reading to annoy you, I enjoy it.
I’ve probably done this before, I’ve probably burned truckloads of your things. I can’t remember to forget you.
I’ve probably done this before. I’ve probably burned truckloads of your things. I can’t remember to forget you.
I’ve probably tried this before
probably burnt truckloads of your stuff
can’t remember to forget you
I’ve told you this already, haven’t I?
im not a killer, im just someone who wanted to make things right.
Is that what your little note says? It must be hard living your life off a couple of scraps of paper. You mix your laundry list with your grocery list you’ll end up eating your underwear for breakfast.
It’s beer o’clock and I’m buyin’
It’s beer o’clock, and I’m buying.
It’s just an anonymous room.
Lenny – There are things you know for sure.
Natalie – Such as?
Lenny – I know what that’s going to sound like when I knock on it. I know that’s what going to feel like when I pick it up. See? Certainties. It’s the kind of memory that you take for granted.
LENNY!!!
Leonard Shelby: I have to believe in a world outside my own mind. I have to believe that my actions still have meaning… even if I can’t remember them. I have to believe that when my eyes are closed, the world’s still there.
Leonard Shelby: We all have nightmares to remind ourselves who we really are.
Leonard: The world doesn’t just disappear when you close your eyes, does it?
Memory’s unreliable. No no no, really. Memory’s not perfect; it’s not even that good. Ask the police. Eyewitness testimony is unreliable. Cops don’t catch a killer by sitting around remembering stuff. They collect facts, they make notes, and they draw conclusions. Facts, not memories. That’s how you investigate. I know. It’s what I used to do. Look, memory can change the shape of a room; it can change the color of a car. And memories can be distorted. They’re just an interpretation, they’re not a record, and they’re irrelevant if you have the facts.
Must be his. I don’t think they let people like me have a gun.
my wife didn’t have diabetes
Natalie — right? Who the fuck is Dodd?!
nothing in the drawers exxept the gideon bible which i of course read religiously…ha..mmmm.
Nothing in the drawers, but you look anyway. Nothing but the Gideon bi… *opens drawer, and sees a gun on top of the bible.*
Oh I get it, amorous neighbors
oh, shit. this is the wrong room.
OK, Let’s see. What am I doing? Oh I’m chasing this guy. No, he’s chasing me.
Ok, so what am I doing?
Oh, I’m chasing this guy.
Nope….He’s chasing me!!
Okay, so what am I doing? Oh, I’m chasing this guy. No… he’s chasing me.
Remember Sammy Jankis!
Remember Sammy Jankus
Remember Sammy Jenkins
Roll your window up. (window is broken out)
she has also lost someone, she will help you out of pity
She’s gone and the past is trivia that I scribble on these f***ing notes.
So how many rooms do i have rented out in this shithole?
So where are you? You’re in some motel room. You just… you just wake up and you’re in a motel room. There’s the key, it feel like maybe it;s just the first time you’ve been there, but… perhaps you’ve been there for a week, 3 months, it’s… it’s kinda hard to say. i..i..uh..it’s just an anonymous room.
So you lie to yourself to be happy – there’s nothing wrong with that, we all do it. Who cares if there’s a few little details you’d rather not remember.
Someone has to pay, Lenny. Somebody always pays.
Something to remember you by.
That’s a test? Where were you guys when I did my CPA?
The world doesn’t just disappear when you close your eyes, does it?
The world doesnt just disappear when you close your eyes does it
then how did he know about sammy jenkins?
you tell everyone about sammy jenkins, anyone who’ll listen.
we all have nightmares to remind ourselves who we really are
We all need mirrors to remind ourselves who we are. I’m no different
We all need mirrors to remind ourselves who we are. I’m no different.
We have memory to remind us of who we are.
What the Fuck! Test this you fucking quack
When she offers to help it will be for her own reasons
Why are following me?
Wy wife deserves revenge, whether I know about it or not.
You can be my John G.
You can just feel the details, the bits and pieces you never put into words. and you can feel these extreme moments even if you dont 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
You can question everything, but there’s nothing you’ll ever know for sure.
You know? I’ve had more rewarding friendships than this one. Though, I do get to tell the same jokes. *sound off camera* What is that?
You lie to yourself to be happy. Its ok… we all do it.
You’re not a killer. That’s why you’re so good at it.
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