Conspiracy Theory (1997)
Jerry: It's on the tip of my brain.
Jerry: I'm only paranoid because they want me dead.
Jerry: I love you. Alice: Jerry, no, no, you don't love me. Jerry: Sure I do. Alice: No, no. Jerry: I don't?
Jerry: You can't hurt me any more. Dr. Jonas: I'll be the judge of that.
Jerry Fletcher: To be normal, to drink Coca-Cola and eat Kentucky Fried Chicken is to be in a conspiracy against yourself.
Alice Sutton: I love you. Jerry Fletcher: Now you tell me.
Agent Lowry: If the intelligence community is a family, think of us as the uncle no one talks about.
Alice Sutton: This guy's a restraining order waiting to happen.
Jerry Fletcher: The Vietnam War was fought over a bet that Howard Hughes lost to Aristotle Onassis.
Alice Sutton: Where are you, Jerry? Jerry Fletcher: I'm here. Alice Sutton: Where's here, Jerry? Jerry Fletcher: On the floor.
Fire Captain: See this aluminum-looking stuff? It's firewall. It's amazing. The guy designed this place so it could be an incinerator, but it leaves the rest of the building untouched.
Alice Sutton: He said a dog bit his nose. Jerry Fletcher: Arf.
Jerry: I resolve to call her up a thousand times a day, and ask her if she'll marry me in some old-fashioned way. Every little thing she does is magic. Alice: Jerry, those are song lyrics!
[Walking through a metal detector.] Jerry Fletcher: Why is this thing safe for me and not for my keys?
Jerry Fletcher: A good conspiracy is unprovable. I mean, if you can prove it, it means they screwed up somewhere along the line.
Jerry Fletcher: Love gives you wings. It makes you fly. I don't even call it love. I call it Geronimo. When you're in love, you'll jump right from the top of the Empire State and you won't care, screaming "Geronimo" the whole way down. I love her so bad, I just... whoa, she wrecks me. I'd die for her.
Jerry Fletcher: I am an American citizen, and I demand to see Alice Sutton.
Dr. Jonas: In one hour, I want to know where she eats, where she sleeps, the name of her kindergarten teacher, everything.
Dr. Jonas: Have you ever been a place where hope was gone? Where all that's left is patience?
[About lone gunmen having three names each.] Jerry: I just thought of another one: James Earl Ray, the guy who got Luther King. Then of course, there's Sirhan Sirhan. I still haven't figured that one out. Maybe it's Sirhan Sirhan Sirhan, I don't know.