Delila: There's no place for me with you. You haven't even made room for yourself. You have to separate yourself from that machine.
Alan: You wanna take a shot too? Everybody else has.
Alan: They say that friends help you move, but good friends help you move bodies, don't they?
Alan Hakman: I forgive people long after they can be punished for their sins.
Jennifer: Perhaps... some things are best forgotten.
Fletcher: It's a strange profession you have, isn't it, Alan? You take people's lives, make lies out of them.
Alan Hakman: It's been a long time, Fletcher.
Fletcher: Eight years.
Alan Hakman: Well, I don't have time to catch up right now.
Fletcher: How can you handle it, Alan? People sleeping and shitting... people stealing from each other... manipulating each other. The obscenity.
Alan Hakman: I can't talk, I'm working.
Alan Hakman: The dead mean nothing to me, Mrs. Bannister. I took this job because I respect the living.
Delila: These moments... they belong to me, Alan. The good and the bad. They're mine and his! Who are you to take them away from me?
Alan Hakman: My job is to let people remember what they want to remember, Fletcher. It fulfilled a human need. I didn't invent the technology.
Alan: Then you know what it's like to be haunted. One memory... one single incident has made me who I am. It won't leave me be. The guilt tears me apart.