hello, mr. quail. may i come in? i won't be offended if you prefer to keep the gun you're holding trained on me.
my card, mr. quail.
as i said.  this is going to be very difficult -- for both of us.
mr. quail.  i'm afraid you're not really standing here at this moment.
i said, you're not really here. neither am i. we're both in the memory studio -- in the offices of rekall, inc. on earth.
no, not quite. we didn't give you this. you're creating it yourself -- remember the option we offered you? intelligence agent? something inside you liked that idea, fastened on it. what you're experiencing now is a free-form delusion that you yourself are fabricating.
this is not -- shit, mr. quail. it's the truth. i know it's very hard for you to accept, but you're having a schizophrenic reaction.  we can't snap you out of the narkadine. you're in a world of your own fantasy.
i've been artificially implanted -- like the first part of your fantasy. i'm actually monitoring your dream at a psychoprobe console. this is a last resort. when somebody gets stuck in their own fantasy, we send in someone after them. a specialist, like myself.
i was afraid you'd think that. i'm sorry to have to do this, but you really are stuck. doctor noel, would you come in now please?
just do exactly as we tell you.
if we can't get you out now.  you may never come out of it. your wife calls every day --
but there will by consequences inside your mind. consequences that won't hurt me.  but could be fatal to you. if you shoot me, you'll wipe me out of your fantasy -- i can't come back again. because to you, i'll be dead. i can't help you get back to reality. you'll be stuck in permanent psychosis.
you're going to lower the gun, mr. quail. you're going to hand it to me --
you're going to do exactly what i tell you --