Elizabeth: We keep secrets from lots of people, but most of all we keep them from ourselves. And we call that forgetting.

Elizabeth: To be yourself you have to constantly remember yourself.

Elizabeth: What We Are is the sum of everything we've ever said, done, felt

Elizabeth: The choice is yours. Do you want to remember or do you want to forget?

Simon: I was really good, but not good enough. And not good enough really isn't very good.

Elizabeth: The memory is not destroyed, it is locked in a cage, and with enough force, enough violence, the lock can be broken. It comes back, the memory, not completely, not entirely, but enough to drive you, to make you feel you have been cheated, enough to make you angry. What did she look like?

Simon: ...you.

[last lines]

Elizabeth: Do you want to remember, or do you want to forget?

Elizabeth: She will do anything for you. You fall in love with a kind of perfection, the kind you like. But then you become possessive, suspicious. Night and day, you fear that you will lose her. It torments you, and you become jealous. You start to believe that you depend upon her. That without her, you will die.

Simon: No piece of art is worth a human life.

[first lines]

Simon: [auctioneer is barking prices] There is a painting, it's by Rembrandt. 'Storm On The Sea Of Galilee', it's called, and he's in it. Old Rembrandt, he's in the painting. He's in there, right in the middle of the storm, looking straight at you. But... you can't see him. And the reason you can't see him is because the painting has been stolen.

Elizabeth: To be angry is to be a victim.

Elizabeth: At last, you have suppressed the memory of me.

Simon: [after seeing Nate get hypnotized for the first time] Hahahahahaha that was incredible! Are you Alright?

Nate: Yeah I'm fine, why?

Simon: Hehehehehe he doesn't know! A HaHa, oh I'm sorry man.

Simon: Elisabeth... I Remember

[last lines]

Simon: Bring It Too Me!