A man obsessed with conspiracy theories becomes a target after one of his theories turns out to be true. Unfortunately, in order to save himself, he has to figure out which theory it is.

Jerry: David Berkowitz, Ted Bundy, Richard Speck...
Alice: What about them?
Jerry: Serial killers. Serial killers only have two names. You ever notice that? But lone gunmen assassins, they always have three names. John Wilkes Booth, Lee Harvey Oswald, Mark David Chapman...
Alice: John Hinckley. He shot Reagan. He only has two names.
Jerry: Yeah, but he only just shot Reagan. Reagan didn't die. If Reagan had died, I'm pretty sure we probably would all know what John Hinckley's middle name was.
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.
[Walking through a metal detector]
Jerry Fletcher: Why is this thing safe for me and not for my keys?
Dr. Jonas: Have you ever been a place where hope was gone? Where all that's left is patience?
Jerry Fletcher: A good conspiracy is unprovable. I mean, if you can prove it, it means they screwed up somewhere along the line.
[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.
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: What do we know? If I know what we know then I could tell you what we know and if anyone else knows!
Jerry Fletcher: [to himself, while eating hospital oatmeal] What a grueling experience.
Alice Sutton: I love you, too.
Jerry Fletcher: Oh Alice... now you tell me.
Dr. Jonas: There he goes! Open the goddamn gate! Open the gate!
Redheaded Nurse: No! And you watch your language!
Flip: FBI, lady, open the damn door!
Dr. Jonas: [on the experiments that he had performed] ... And it all ended when John Hinckley shot Ronald Reagan...
[notices look on Alice's face]
Dr. Jonas: ...That wasn't us.
Jerry: You can't hurt me any more.
Dr. Jonas: I'll be the judge of that.
Alice Sutton: He said a dog bit his nose.
Jerry Fletcher: Arf.
[Communicating through the air ducts]
Alice: Jerry, I'm coming to get you.
Jerry: Alice, Alice, You can fit through there?
[talking through vent]
Alice: Jerry?
Jerry: Alice is that you?
Alice: Yes Jerry.
Jerry: Oh Alice, I'm so sorry that you're dead.
Jerry Fletcher: To be normal, to drink Coca-Cola and eat Kentucky Fried Chicken is to be in a conspiracy against yourself.
Jerry: I'm only paranoid because they want me dead.
[Alice is looking at the firewall material on the wall in Jerry's apartment as Jerry balances a bottle on the door knob]
Alice Sutton: Is this supposed to protect you from aliens or something?
Jerry Fletcher: No, no, it's just a beer bottle.
Alice Sutton: This guy's a restraining order waiting to happen.
Alice Sutton: [after seeing a painting of herself on horseback in Jerry's apartment] What was that?
Jerry Fletcher: That was here when I moved in.
[last lines]
Jerry Fletcher: [starts singing] I need you, baby. To warm the lonely nights...
[Flip and Lowry join in: ... Oh pretty baby... ]
Jerry Fletcher: We got a future.
[Before getting a needle]
Jerry Fletcher: What's that?
Dr. Jonas: Gravy for the brain.
Jerry Fletcher: No! Not Gravy! Nooooooo!
Agent Lowry: If the intelligence community is a family, think of us as the uncle no one talks about.
Jerry: GET BACK you damn, dumb, complicit sons of bitches! You're looking for a man with NO NOSE! Not me, not me!
Dr. Jonas: Years ago I worked for the CIA on the MK ULTRA program. Are you familiar with it?
Alice Sutton: It was mind control. "Manchurian Candidate" kind of stuff.
Dr. Jonas: That's a vulgar generalization. But yes, you take an ordinary man an turn him into an assassin. That was our goal.
Alice Sutton: Where are you, Jerry?
Jerry Fletcher: I'm here.
Alice Sutton: Where's here, Jerry?
Jerry Fletcher: On the floor.
Alice Sutton: How did you know this was my car?
Jerry: I didn't. It was just a lucky guess. Look, I feel kinda naked. Could we get outta here?
Alice Sutton: Please don't tell me you're naked back there.
Jerry: No, it's just a figure of speech, could we go? Please?
Alice Sutton: Yeah, OK, OK.
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: If you could remember who stabbed you with the wheelchair, and where it happened it would really help.
[first lines]
Jerry Fletcher: July eighth, 1979, all the fathers of Nobel Prize winners were rounded up by United Nations military units, all right, and actually forced at gunpoint to give semen samples in little plastic jars, which are now stored below Rockefeller Center underneath the ice skating rink...
Jerry: It's on the tip of my brain.
Dr. Jonas: In one hour, I want to know where she eats, where she sleeps, the name of her kindergarten teacher, everything.
Jerry Fletcher: The Vietnam War was fought over a bet that Howard Hughes lost to Aristotle Onassis.
Jerry: That's what they, they start when you're young, y'know. When you're little they, at school they, they Baden-Powell all the boys and they Betty Crocker all the girls and they, then they air condition ya' and put ya' in the Heat N' Bake Oven and ya' can't breathe any more.
Dr. Jonas: It involved hallucinogenic research, elektroshock to induce vegetative states, terminal experiments in sensory deprivation.
Alice Sutton: Terminal?
Dr. Jonas: Terminal, as in "resulting in death".
[... ]
Dr. Jonas: MK ULTRA was science, sanctioned by the government.
Jerry Fletcher: I am an American citizen, and I demand to see Alice Sutton.

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