YOU - “The people who built this world intended it to be better for you, but they failed. It is easier to live in their failure with this by your side.” (Tap on the tape recorder.) ACELE - The wind howls. She remains silent. EMPATHY - It's real. Tell her.

ANCIENT REPTILLIAN BRAIN - We're trying to help you. All these processes — these tortures, voices and tremors — are all just *distractions.* Flares and countermeasures. To keep you from the *last dream.* The worst of them all.

i'd like to meet your actor.

i can't get to sleep until i know for sure that you've moved on.

SUGGESTION - Brother, you should put me in front of a firing squad. I have no words for how I failed you.

DOLORES DEI - “Do you know how much it hurts me to hear you say that?” She sounds downright angry. “I'm shit, you made me shit... I can't do this any more. I can't make you *insane* and *shit* any more, I can't let you turn me into a bad person. I have to go...”

YOU - “There is a way back. To the kingdom of beauty. Of *us*. We need to go live in the pale, sweet love. Come, be trapped in amber with me! Forever!”

every other day like this, alone on the bedroom floor.

YOU - “Where are you going?” DOLORES DEI - “I'm going to Mirova. To live there — in Graad. It's one million kilometres away, Harry. Might as well be another lifetime.”

DOLORES DEI - “The only thing inhuman about me is this...” She looks arounds. “This *thing* you've made me into. I'm sorry for saying so, but I just *hate* it. What is this? This is so far gone, Harry, I don't even...”

YOU - I was born in a hospital where people usually go to die.

YOU - “Was it? Real?” KLAASJE - “I don't know...” She looks down at the yard — then back into her coffee.

i've got to get a job, i'm gonna need some money. but how can i pretend to be a decent human being? and i'm going to college in 5 months.

EMPATHY - Total annihilation. We got annihilated, Harry. You never had any power, you never were a moralist -- or anything. You can't even be insane or shit any more. You have to be *nothing*. Nothing without the light and grace of love.

DOLORES DEI - “You're only saying this because things didn't work out between us. I don't have time to defend myself from these accusations.” SUGGESTION - Stop making her angry. She won't start loving you again if you call her a *mass murderer.* Seriously.

INSULINDIAN PHASMID - Even when you're sleeping.... And when you wake, you carry it around on your neck. With eyes open that cannot help but swallow more behind the mirror. I feel great, mute empathy for you.

DOLORES DEI - “It doesn’t sound like you're better at all, Harry. It doesn’t even sound like you're a moralist, it just sounds like you want to...” She spreads her arms. “*Win me back* or something. I don't want you to try that any more, okay? It's too sad, I need to *go*...”

be honest, but not that honest.

CLEANING OUT THE ROOMS - Someone's been walking around in your dreams lately, looking for something. Tidying up, rearranging. Storing away all the unrealised dreams, putting old pains in boxes. The worst nightmares have settled down for a while.

and when the exile ended, it took away kids like you. his mother was engaged, too. god had gave you away, but why?

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Your corpse will be marked by stars.

it's just bad timing, i only moved here two weeks ago. and the rent was so expensive, my parents would kill me if i left.

DOLORES DEI - She keeps glancing over her shoulder nervously. “I haven't even bought the tickets yet...” INLAND EMPIRE - We all told you. *Everyone* warned you. YOU - Shut up, I'm talking to her. INLAND EMPIRE - That's the problem. Look at what's pouring out of you...

YOU - “Was it? Real?” KLAASJE - “I don't know...” She looks down at the yard — then back into her coffee.

every other day like this, alone on the bedroom floor.

YOU - Move your mouth. DOLORES DEI - Nothing, just pillows against you. Unresponsive... but for the taste of apricots.

YOU - “Cool pig-head. I liked it. I got one too, this one.” (Point to your head.) “It's shit.” KIM KITSURAGI - “What?” CUNO - “Uh...” He looks confused. “What is this shit... Fuckin' on yourself? This is weird level shit, Cuno doesn't go there.”

DOLORES DEI - A long sigh, one millennia in the making.

YOU - “The people who built this world intended it to be better for you, but they failed. It is easier to live in their failure with this by your side.” (Tap on the tape recorder.) ACELE - The wind howls. She remains silent. EMPATHY - It's real. Tell her.

YOU - “The people who built this world intended it to be better for you, but they failed. It is easier to live in their failure with this by your side.” (Tap on the tape recorder.) ACELE - The wind howls. She remains silent. EMPATHY - It's real. Tell her.

i said if you're lonely, would you come back? won't you come back?

i just needed words to sing.

YOU - “What does it mean — a Sunday friend?” SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - He sighs: “That he won't be there when times get tough, I guess.” YOU - “Is that even a friend?” SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - “It is — on Sundays.” He smiles.

EMPATHY - Every cell in your body is moaning in agony, asking, “What did we ever do to you?” YOU - It's all the system's fault. The system failed me.

YOU - “What does this mean? A generator here?” KIM KITSURAGI - “I don't know. I am not a philosopher.” CONCEPTUALISATION - That is his idea of a joke.

DOLORES DEI - She keeps glancing over her shoulder nervously. “I haven't even bought the tickets yet...” INLAND EMPIRE - We all told you. *Everyone* warned you. YOU - Shut up, I'm talking to her. INLAND EMPIRE - That's the problem. Look at what's pouring out of you...

YOU - “Doesn't it get lonely, doing this job?” EAST-INSULINDIAN REPEATER STATION - “Lonely?” For the first time you hear her chuckle through the rustle of static. “Why would it get lonely, I get to talk to people all day.” EMPATHY - That's why she does this.

EMPATHY - Every cell in your body is moaning in agony, asking, “What did we ever do to you?” YOU - It's all the system's fault. The system failed me.

ENDURANCE - It’s breaking. You feel fractures across you. Out the cracks comes nothing at all. No king, no man, and no king’s man. The cracks were all there ever was. We are a spiderweb of glass that’s painful to look at. And she’s turning her head.

REACTION SPEED - Living in the past.

INLAND EMPIRE - OH MY GOD, WHY ARE YOU CALLING ME? STOP CALLING ME! ARE YOU DRUNK AGAIN? YOU - Keep them closed. INLAND EMPIRE - I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU. I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU EVER AGAIN! STOP CALLING ME! GET LOST FROM MY LIFE, YOU RUINED IT!

YOU - “All the stars burn in absolute silence. Have you ever realised?” DOLORES DEI - “The poetry thing is not going to help. It's only going to make things worse. I *really* have to go... I don't even know how you got here.”

LENA - “Thank you for everything. Truly. Even though it turned out to be a...” The sentence remains unfinished. RHETORIC - A waste of time? INLAND EMPIRE - A dream? DRAMA - A lie? PERCEPTION (HEARING) - A *fool's hope* — says her lips moving in silence.

PERCEPTION - Betrayal lingers, everywhere.

one night, my only lover sees me, she involuntarily grits her teeth. and then my own father beats me.....in a game of monopoly.

YOU - “You didn't kiss me back. I thought you would... I know you still love me. You *can't* not.” DOLORES DEI - She shakes her head one more time. The evening wind rustles her hair, blowing old newspapers and fast food wrappings down the street...

YOU - “I forgive you that you're pregnant. I can deal with it. Just...” DOLORES DEI - “Oh, Harry... I don't need you to forgive. It's a *good* thing for me.” She smiles. “It's good news, why aren't you smiling more?”

INLAND EMPIRE - His corpse is marked by stars. YOU - What will mine be marked by? INLAND EMPIRE - Alcohol and heartbreak.

JEAN VICQUEMARE - “My point is, you need to see a *psychiatrist* about this shit. Not a psychologist — several degrees harder. Is there something harder than a psychiatrist?” He pauses to think. “A forensic psychiatrist. Go talk to that.”

DOLORES DEI - “It was hard for me too, you know — I used to think I couldn't live without you... But — I can.” EMPATHY - She keeps her shoulders squared and her back straight but it's clear you're still making her sad.