Meryl: [brandishing the "Chef's Pal" kitchen multi-knife to keep him away from her] Truman! You are scaring me!
Truman: No. You're scaring me, Meryl. What are you gonna do? Dice me, slice me or peel me? There's so many CHOICES!
Truman: I hereby proclaim this planet Trumania of the Burbank Galaxy.
[Meryl panics when Truman confronts her about the conspiracy around him, the situation is diffused by an impromptu appearance from Marlon. Crying, Meryl runs into his arms]
Meryl: How can anyone expect me to carry on under these conditions? It's unprofessional!
Truman Burbank: Lauren, right? It's on your book.
Lauren: Lauren. Right. Right.
Truman Burbank: Well, I'm Truman.
Lauren: Yeah. I know. Look, Truman, I'm not allowed to talk to you. You know.
Truman Burbank: Yeah, well, I can understand, I'm a pretty dangerous character.
Mike Michaelson: [about Truman's father] But how do you intend to explain his 22-year absence?
Christof: Amnesia.
Mike Michaelson: Brilliant.
Marlon: Look at that sunset, Truman. It's perfect.
Truman: Yeah.
Marlon: That's the big guy. Quite a paint brush he's got.
Truman Burbank: It was Dad. I swear! Dressed like a homeless man. And you know what else was strange? A business man and a woman with a little dog came out of nowhere and forced him onto a bus.
Truman's Mother: Well! It's about time they cleaned up the trash downtown before we become just like the rest of the country.
Bus Driver: [unable to get the ferry moving] I'm usually the bus driver!
Production Assistant: [into his radio] Bottom line is they can't drive the boat. They're actors!
Truman's Father: [Truman has disappeared and the whole community is looking for him. His dad calls out] Truman! It's Dad.
[Awkward pause]
Truman's Father: ...Let's talk.
Meryl: Hi, honey! Look what I got free at the checkout. It's a "Chef's Pal". It's a dicer, grater, peeler, all in one. Never needs sharpening, dishwasher safe!
Truman: [feigning interest] Wow. That's amazing.
Christof: [Marlon suddenly discovers that Truman has escaped through a hole in his basement] Don't look in the camera, say something! Keep it going, keep it going!
Marlon: [to the lawn camera] He's gone!
Christof: Cut transmission!
Marlon: I mean, think about it, Truman. If everybody is in on it, I'd have to be in on it, too.
[pause]
Marlon: I'm not in on it, Truman, because... there is no 'it'.
Man in Bathtub: [clinging onto his shower curtain while watching Truman clinging onto his boat in the storm] YOU CAN DO IT! HOLD ON!
Truman Burbank: [observes Sylvia wearing a pin reading "How's it going to end?"] I like your pin. I was wondering that myself.
