What Dreams May Come (1998)
Chris Nielsen: Thank you for every kindness. Thank you for our children. For the first time I saw them. Thank you for being someone I was always proud to be with. For your guts, for your sweetness. For how you always looked, for how I always wanted to touch you. God, you were my life. I apologize for everytime I ever failed you. Especially this one...
Chris Nielsen: A whole human life is just a heartbeat here in Heaven. Then we'll all be together forever.
Chris Nielsen: What's true in our minds is true, whether some people know it or not.
Chris Nielsen: But I can forgive you.
Annie Nielsen: For killing my children and my sweet husband?
Chris Nielsen: For being so wonderful a guy would choose Hell over Heaven just to hang around you.
Albert: Thought is real. Physical is the illusion. Ironic, huh ?
Chris Nielsen: What some folks call impossible, is just stuff they haven't seen before.
Albert: So what is the "me"?
Chris Nielsen: My brain, I suppose.
Albert: Your brain? Your brain is a body part. Like your fingernail or your heart. Why is that the part that's you?
Chris Nielsen: Because I have sort of a voice in my head, the part of me that thinks, that feels, that is aware that I exist at all.
Albert: So if you're aware you exist, then you do. That's why you're still here.
Chris Nielsen: That's when I realized I'm part of the problem. Not because I remind you. But because I couldn't join you. So I left you alone. Don't give up, okay?
Albert: Soul mates. It's extrememly rare but it exists. Sort of like twin souls tuning into each other. Apparently even in death.
Chris Nielsen: Where is God in all of this?
Albert: Oh, He's up there. Somewhere... shouting down that He loves us. Wondering why we can't hear Him. You think?
Chris Nielsen: [to Ian] If I was going through fucking HELL, I'd only want one person in the whole goddamn world by my side.
Annie Nielsen: Can I sit here?
Chris Nielsen: Actually, no. Two years ago, I reserved this specific area.
Annie Nielsen: What if I say please ?
Chris Nielsen: That's the one exception.
Albert: You don't understand.
Chris Nielsen: It's not about understanding... it's about *not* giving up!
Chris Nielsen: There's a man Ian never got to know, the man he was growing up to be. He's a good-looking clear-eyed fella... about 25. I can see him. He's the type of guy men want to be around, because he has integrity, you know ? He has character. You can't fake that. And he's a guy women want to be around, too. Because there's tenderness in him... respect... and loyalty, and courage. And women respond to that. Makes him a terrific husband, this guy. I see him as a father. That's where he really shines. See, when he looks in his kid's eyes and that kid knows that his dad really, really sees him... he sees who he is. Then that child knows that he is an amazing person. He's quite a guy... that I'll never get to meet. I wish I had.
Albert: Are you loosing your fear?
Chris Nielsen: Fear?
Albert: That you disappeared? You didn't, you only died.
Annie Nielsen: A whole family lost to car crashes. Enough to make a person buy a bike.
The Tracker: Your wife love you as strong? We'll find her. But when we find her nothing will make her recognize you. Nothing will break her denial. It's stronger than her love. In fact, reinforced by her love. You can say everything you long to say, including good-bye. Even if she can't understand it. And you'll have the satisfaction that you didn't give up. That has to be enough.
Chris Nielsen: You just get me there, I'll decide what's enough.
[to his dog, in heaven]
Chris Nielsen: A place where we all go can't be bad, can it girl?
Annie Nielsen: You taught me the one thing, the only thing, I should always remember.
Chris Nielsen: Which is?
Annie Nielsen: I forgot.
[Chris, having just arrived in the afterlife, meets his dog]
Chris Nielsen: Boy, I screwed up. I'm in dog Heaven.
Chris Nielsen: I found you in Hell. Don't you think I could find you in Jersey?
Chris Nielsen: I need Annie.
Albert: That'll change in time.
Chris Nielsen: Oh come on, Einstein! Time's not on my watch anymore. Time does not exist here. And wherever it went, it's not going to make me need Annie any less.
Chris Nielsen: Is that a kind of occupational hazard of soul mates? One's not much without the other?
Annie Nielsen: Dear Diary, I am writing in your bullshit pages because my shrink is crazier then I am. He thinks you're therapy. He figures if two babies can hammer me into a Psycho ward, what will I do with this? He is so stupid. He's so stupid that he thinks he pulled me through the breakdown when it was Christy. Always. Only Chris. I was looking through his postcards. Paintings were his obsession. He used art as another way to love me, to help me. To keep us always together.
The Tracker: You were expecting physical danger? What could it do, kill ya, huh? No, in Hell there's real danger. Of losing your mind.
Albert: Chris, "here" is big enough for everyone to have their own private universe.
Chris Nielsen: Stick around, chief. You ain't seen nothin' yet.
Chris Nielsen: When I was young, I met this beautiful girl by a lake.
Leona: Do you wanna see others? Perhaps the city?
Chris Nielsen: I would, but travel makes me nauseous.
Marie: [looks at a cardboard cutout of Heaven] Is this where we go when we die?
Chris Nielsen: It's a dream, baby, it's a beautiful one, but you know dreams...
Marie: I know, aren't real. I know.
Albert: Bring Mom back. You can do it. I believe in you. Did you ever stop to think why I became Albert? He was the only man you ever listened to. Listen to me now. Think of Mom.
The Tracker: You called your son Albert. Who is that?
Chris Nielsen: First doctor I interned under. He was like a father to me.
The Tracker: Ah. His words were gold. A brilliant mind. Do you recall what he practiced before he turned to pediatrics?
Chris Nielsen: Child psychia-...
The Tracker: ...psychiatry. Yeah. And he always was a slow reader. But these...
[indicating his glasses]
The Tracker: ...used to be rimless, and the rest of me... used to be black.
The Tracker: I also used to read too slow. I don't need these glasses.
[taking off his glasses]
The Tracker: ...my eyes being a figment of my imagination.
Leona: Where were you just now? Your mind's been wondering all afternoon.
Chris Nielsen: Thinking of someone.