Bird: You wanted to catch him.
Michael: No. I wanted to kill him.
Harper: It's gonna be rough for a while, but when the dust settles, I want you to know, I'm gonna do everything I can to make sure that you receive the proper commendation...
Michael: I don't want a commendation.
Harper: What do you want?
Michael: I want my family back.
Lee: Choices have consequences, Dr. Evans.
Evans: Oh, now you're questioning my credentials.
Lee: You don't exist. I'm not particularly concerned about your credentials.
Evans: Were I his creation, it would simply show that even his imagination is a better therapist than you.
Harper: I'm sorry, Michael.
Michael: You're sorry?!? I should never let you leave this room. Nothing that happens to you when you walk out this door can ever be bad enough for me.
Rex: Dad. You okay?
Michael: Yeah... I'm good. I'm perfect.