- Volmer: Do you know what the cure for the human condition is? Disease. Because that's the only way one could hope for a cure.
- Pembroke: [Lockhart reading his letter] To my fellow-members of the Board. A man cannot unsee the truth. He cannot willingly return to darkness, or go blind once he has the gift of sight, any more than he can be unborn. We are the only species capable of self-reflection. The only species with the toxin of self-doubt written into our genetic code. Unequal to our gifts, we build, we buy, we consume. We wrap us in the illusion of material success. We cheat and deceive as we claw our way to the pinnacle of what we define as achievement. Superiority to other men.
- Lockhart: Another ballerina?
- Lockhart's Mother: She's not like the others.
- Lockhart: Why's that?
- Lockhart's Mother: [winding the music box] She lives in a dream.
- Lockhart: [as the figure twirls to a melancholy tune] But she's dancing.
- Lockhart's Mother: That's because she doesn't know she's dreaming.
- Pembroke: [Lockhart now reading the letter sitting at boardroom table] There is a sickness inside us. Rising like the bile that leaves that bitter taste at the back of our throats. It's there in every one of you seated around the table. We deny its existence until one day the body rebels against the mind and screams out, "I am not a well man." No doubt you will think only of the merger. That unclean melding of two equally diseased institutions. But the truth cannot be ignored. For only when we know what ails us can we hope to find the cure. I will not return. Do not attempt to contact me again. Sincerely, Roland E. Pembroke.
- Hank Green: Well, Mr. Lockhart, what do you make of that?
- Lockhart: Clearly he's lost his mind.
- Wilson: Our thought exactly.
- Hollis: Man goes for two-week spa vacation and has a complete mental breakdown.
- Humphrey: [viewing his smartphone] Who the hell takes the waters in the 21st century anyway?
- Volmer: Most of my patients have done extraordinary things. Built vast fortunes, commanded great empires... but at a terrible cost. They have no one who cares from them.
- Volmer: You're quite right - the water is toxic unless it's purified properly. That Baron's only problem was using unwilling subjects. We've come along way in the past two hundred years. Now, we have plenty of willing volunteers seeking to cure themselves of the ills of the world.
- Pembroke: [brainwashed] I've never felt better in my life.
- Volmer: [to Lockhart] You see? Why would anybody want to leave?
- 9 Year Old Lockhart: Dad? Dad!
- [on seeing his father jump off a bridge]
- Hollis: Ever been fucked in the ass by a twelve inch black dick? We're talking about prison here.
- [first lines]
- Lockhart: [on the phone] No, we can not touch the munis, we use them as collateral for a leveraged equity position in Cisco. Never mind, take everything out of First National, move it over to Banyon.
- Josh: Wait, you mean Delaware, I thought that was dead.
- Lockhart: That's resurrected, we need to clean up the Reynolds account in case those fucks at AML decide to do their job.
- Josh: Are you sure about that?
- Lockhart: Nothing on email. Move everything back on Monday... You paying attention?
- Josh: Yeah, yeah, I am.
- Conductor: Tickets?
- Pembroke: Is that why this came all this way? Ambition? Then you have it worse than any of us.
- Lockhart: What's that?
- Pembroke: The sickness. Your father saw the truth long before the rest of us. The pointlessness of the entire endeavor. We've all done terrible things. So many terrible things...
- [submerging into the pool water]
- Volmer: [eating in the cafeteria with his patients] And do you know what we used to recommend for the common stomach ailment? The application of leeches. Based on the diagnosis, I always pitied the leech.
- [laughter around the table]
- Volmer: [as the orderlies strap him down] It's all for your own safety Mr. Lockhart. We don't believe in chemical anesthesia at the institute. The impurities inhibit the cure. But, with the proper focus, the mind can overcome any amount of pain.
- Lockhart: [Re-enters the bar and goes to bartender] I need to make a phone call, long distance.
- Bartender: We take credit cards.
- [He hands Lockhart the phone and he gives Bartender the credit card]
- Bartender: [Lockhart dials]
- Hank Green: Lockhart.
- Lockhart: Mr. Green.
- Hank Green: Where the hell have you been?
- Lockhart: [Urgent] I have a question. Did Pembroke have any pre-existing conditions? Before he got here, did he have any medical conditions? Was he sick?
- Hank Green: No, the guy was a fucking health nut. Fucking drank kale for Christ sake. Now what the fuck is going on? You were supposed to be here four days ago.
- Lockhart: Yeah, but there was an accident. Didn't-they said they contacted you and you knew.
- [He turns his head and sees Hanna dancing in the background]
- Hank Green: What accident? No, nobody called.
- Lockhart: ...Are you sure about that?
- Hank Green: [Irritated] Lockhart, do I have to reiterate to you the importance of what you've been sent there to do? Get Pembroke on the next plane in twenty-four hours, or this whole place goes ass over tits. Lockhart?
- [Lockhart has dropped the phone]