Julianne Moore: Telly

The Forgotten

Telly

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: 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.

Telly Paretta: Please tell me, no one will know that you spoke to us. I swear to you!
Cop: They're listening.

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?
[shouts]
Telly Paretta: I am not making him up!

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.

Telly Paretta: What have you done with him? Why did you take him? What do you want?
A Friendly Man: It's an experiment.
Telly Paretta: He's just a little boy! What could you possibly learn from him?
A Friendly Man: Nothing.
Telly Paretta: [realizing] This wasn't about Sam. This wasn't about the children.
A Friendly Man: It was never about the children.
Telly Paretta: We were the experiment.
A Friendly Man: Your connection, mother to child. Like an invisible tissue. We can even measure its energy, but we don't fully understand it, so I posed the question, can it be dissolved? And it can. Except for you.
Telly Paretta: Give me back my son, and I'll do whatever you want.
A Friendly Man: What I want, Telly, is for you to forget your son, to forget Sam.
Telly Paretta: No.
A Friendly Man: If you don't, this experiment will fail. I'm accountable. I can't let that happen, and time is running out.

Telly Paretta: Ash, please don't drink.
Ash Correll: See, I told you you were watching me.
Telly Paretta: You know what? I wish I didn't have to.
Ash Correll: Well, then don't. I'm sick of hearing it from you.
Telly Paretta: Oh, I'm sorry to interrupt your feeling sorry for yourself.
Ash Correll: Yeah, well, not all of us can be heroes, lady.
Telly Paretta: You think I wouldn't drink that entire bottle for a few seconds of peace? You're in this. You don't get to drink your way out. What makes you so fucking special?
Ash Correll: I let her go. My little girl. They took her away from me, but I let her go. What kind of father does that?

Ash Correll: Put your eyes back in your head, warden.
Telly Paretta: I'm not looking at you.
Ash Correll: [sardonic chuckle] I had a wife. Could feel a woman's eyes judging me if I was in a coma.

Dr. Jack Munce: You know this is getting out of control. It's finished now. End it. Make it right.
Telly Paretta: Wha...? Where is my son?
A Friendly Man: It's not over.

Telly Paretta: You're one of those agents.
Dr. Jack Munce: No. I'm just... one of the few who knows.
Telly Paretta: So you help them?
Dr. Jack Munce: They don't need our help. They run their experiments with or without our help. They've been doing it for years, maybe forever.
Telly Paretta: And you just let them do whatever they want.
Dr. Jack Munce: Let them? I don't have a choice. We just try to minimize the damage.
Telly Paretta: I just want my son.
Dr. Jack Munce: Telly... you'll never get Sam back. You've held on, and they don't know why. You're just a lab rat to them.
Telly Paretta: I don't believe that. He said it's not over. I can still get him back. You know them. Help me.
Dr. Jack Munce: If you go any further, I can't help you. I'm sorry.

Telly Paretta: Jim says I have a death grip on the past.
Dr. Jack Munce: How are you getting along? Did you, uh, fight at all this week?
Telly Paretta: Jim doesn't fight, he negotiates.
Dr. Jack Munce: Are you... comfortable physically? How's the sex?
Telly Paretta: How would you feel if I asked you that question? How's the sex with Mrs. Munce? Would you answer?
Dr. Jack Munce: Yes. But I'd have to charge you more.

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: Why did you change the picture? You replaced our book with an empty book.
[shouts]
Telly Paretta: You erased our son!
Jim Paretta: I didn't change anything! They were always blank!

[first lines]
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.