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Mourning his dead child, a haunted Vietnam war veteran attempts to discover his past while suffering from a severe case of dissociation. To do so, he must decipher reality and life from his own dreams, delusion, and perception of death.
Louis: Eckhart saw Hell too. He said: The only thing that burns in Hell is the part of you that won't let go of life, your memories, your attachments. They burn them all away. But they're not punishing you, he said. They're freeing your soul. So, if you're frightened of dying and... and you're holding on, you'll see devils tearing your life away. But if you've made your peace, then the devils are really angels, freeing you from the earth.
Elsa: [reading Jacob's palm] See. According to this, you're already dead. [laughs]
Jacob's Doctor: You're a lucky guy, Jake. You must have friends in high places.
Jacob Singer: Jezzie? Get me out of here. Evil Doctor: Where do you want to go? Jacob Singer: Home. Evil Doctor: Home? This is your home. You're dead. Jacob Singer: Dead? No. I just hurt my back, I'm not dead. Evil Doctor: What are you, then? Jacob Singer: I'm alive. Evil Doctor: Then what are you doing here? Jacob Singer: I don't know. [crying] Jacob Singer: This isn't happening. Evil Doctor: What *is* happening? Jacob Singer: Get me out of here. Evil Doctor: There is no out of here. You've been killed, don't you remember?
Army Officer: Mr. Singer. What an appropriate name for a man who can't shut up.
Jacob Singer: What's it say? Jezebel: [Reading the thermometer] Oh my God! I'm calling the Doctor! Jacob Singer: What's it say? Jezebel: It's gone to the top! Jacob Singer: Great! Jezebel: [On the phone] Hello Dr. Forest! I'm so sorry to bother you! This is Jezzie Pimpkin up in 14G! I just took Jake's temperature and it's up to 106, could that be right?Oh my God! [gets off the phone and starts running a bath] Jezebel: Get out of bed! Jacob Singer: I can't! I'm FREEZING!
Jacob Singer: They weren't human.
Jezebel: Well, personally, I never went for church names. [Jacob laughs] Jezebel: What? Jacob Singer: Where do you think Jezebel came from? Jezebel: No one calls me that. Jacob Singer: You're such a heathen, Jezzie. How'd I ever get involved with such a fuckin' ninny? Jezebel: You sold your soul, remember? That's what you told me. Jacob Singer: Yeah? For what? Jezebel: A good lay. Jacob Singer: Look what I got. Jezebel, Jacob Singer: The best.
Jacob: You know you look like an angel, Louie? Like an overgrown cherub. Anyone ever tell you that? Louis: [smiling] Yeah, you. Every time you see me. Jacob: You're a lifesaver, Louie. Louis: [smiling] Yeah, I know.
Jezebel: Jake, New York is filled with creatures.
Michael: I'd only been in jail 13 hours, I thought 'Nam couldn't be any worse. Jacob Singer: Shows how little you knew. Michael: Yeah, really.
Louis: Well, you've done it to yourself this time, haven't you? Jacob Singer: Am I dying, Louie? Louis: From a slipped disk? That'll be a first.