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Miranda: Did we have an affair?
Pete: No.
Miranda: Did you want to?
Pete: Yes.
Miranda: Did you think I wanted to?
Pete: Yes.
Miranda: Then why didn't we?
Pete: Because you were married to the boss.

Miranda: But I'm not now.
Pete: I'm here - I'm trying to help you. Why don't you trust me?
Miranda: Because you can't trust somebody when they think you're crazy.

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Miranda: All I know is I saw this girl, and she's connected to me. How? I don't know how she's connected to me. But she is.
Pete: Delusions, hallucinations, disorganized speech, frequent derailment and incoherence...
Miranda: Don't rattle off this psychiatric shit to me! I know that like the back of my hand!

Pete: Good! Good. Saves me the trouble.

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Miranda: I'm not deluded, Pete, I'm possessed.
Pete: I don't believe in ghosts.
Miranda: Neither do I, but they believe in me.

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Chloe: You have no idea how it feels not to be trusted.
Miranda: You've got to trust me too, Chloe
Chloe: You can't trust someone who thinks you're crazy.

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Miranda: I need you to tell me who did this to you? Tell me his name, Chloe. Chloe, tell me. Tell me anything. Tell me.
Chloe: I'll tell you one thing: He can have my body, but he will never have my soul. Never. The devil.

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[first lines]
Chloe: He came back again last night and tore me like paper. He opened me like a flower of pain, and it felt good. He sank into me and set me on fire, like he always does. Made me burn from the inside out.
Miranda: How did you know it was the devil?

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Sheriff Ryan: Well you're right. I do fit the profile. Long-time friend of Doug's, access to the prison. I never did get a kick out of torturing animals, though.

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Chloe: He said you're next.

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Chloe: It was the only way to help him stop.
Miranda: Stop what?
Chloe: Stop fucking me!

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Chloe: You're one of us now.

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Chloe: You are not a Doctor in here. And even if you the tell the truth... no one will listen. You know why? Because you're crazy. And the more you try to prove them wrong, the crazier you'll appear. You are invisible now. Can you feel it?

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Irene: Come on, honey, time to wash away your sins.

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Miranda: I am a rational person. I believe in science. I don't believe in the paranormal, and I don't believe in ghosts. But if you are the ghost of Rachel Parsons, then you would let me out of this cell.

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Dr. Douglas Grey: [handing a Miranda a glass of water] Throw it on the mirror. This is what she sees now.
Miranda: A distorted image of herself.
Dr. Douglas Grey: Who are you in all this?
Miranda: I'm the mirror.
Dr. Douglas Grey: You are the mirror.
Miranda: If

I'm the mirror and she's the image... then who are you?
Dr. Douglas Grey: I can see both of you... so I'm God. Or just an overworked hospital beaurocrat.
Miranda: "God" is good.
Dr. Douglas Grey: Always remember, the ability to repress... is actually a vital survival tool. Without it... Chloe might not have survived.

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Pete: All that education, but you can't remember an umbrella?

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Chloe: Are you scared?
Miranda: ...No.
Chloe: You should be.

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[to himself into the camera]
Dr. Douglas Grey: It's good to be God. I love you.

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Miranda: [to the girl on the bridge] Are you okay? Are you okay? Hey! Oh, my God. Okay. Okay. Okay. I'm a Doctor. I'm a Doctor. I'm gonna take you to the hospital. I'm a Doctor, honey. I'm gonna help you, okay? You're gonna be okay. I'm gonna help you, okay?

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Pete: Miranda... Doug is dead. You killed him.
Miranda: [screaming] No! No! No!

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Pete: You're in crisis. Don't you see how this image is tailor-made for your state of mind. A woman in purgatory. I need you to explain this to me though.
Miranda: Rachel Parsons did not commit suicide.