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.
Chloe: It was the only way to help him stop.
Miranda: Stop what?
Chloe: Stop fucking me!
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.
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.
Pete: All that education, but you can't remember an umbrella?