The Cell

Catharine Deane:
Do you believe there is a part of yourself, deep inside in your mind, with things you don't want other people to see? During a session when I'm inside, I get to see those things.

Carl Stargher:
And what world do you live in?

Carl Stargher:
Where do you come from?

Carl Stargher:
You can not kill me.

Miriam:
Did we go sailing?

Catharine Deane:
Almost! Mocky-Lock showed up.

Miriam:
[saying a nursery rhyme] Mocky-Lock is the boogeyman, Mocky-Lock wants me where I am!

Catharine Deane:
Mocky-Lock is a pain in the ass.

Catharine Deane:
Hey you. [pets young Carl's horse] You know, I know another little boy who has a horse. His name's Edward. The boy, not the horse.

Carl Stargher:
Mares eat oats, and does eat oats, and little lambs eat ivy. A kid'll eat ivy, too... wouldn't you?

Carl Stargher:
Why are you here... don't lie.

Catharine Deane:
I came to help you.

Carl Stargher:
You're lying! B*tch, whore... c*nt!

Catharine Deane:
You sound like your father.

Carl Stargher:
My father?

Carl Stargher:
[in a monster's voice] HE WAS NOTHING, HE IS NOTHING!

Carl Stargher:
Me got boy. Boy me got.

Catharine Deane:
My world, my rules.

Miriam:
[about Edward's parents] It's a good thing she worships you.

Catharine Deane:
Because he hates me?

Miriam:
I wouldn't say hate. Distrusts, dislikes immensely, can't bear the sight of.