Memento
quotes
rewrite the rules of the narrative of movies as we know it. It's a very
ambitious undertaking and one that has been succeeded in taking a
typical film noir thriller and twisting it completely to deliver
something innovative and clever. Memento
quotes might not totally reveal the cleverness of this movie but it's a
good place to begin understanding the story.
Directed
by: Christopher Nolan
Written by: Jonathan Nolan (short story "Memento Mori")
Christopher Nolan (screenplay) Starring: Guy Pearce -
Leonard
Carrie-Anne Moss - Natalie
Joe Pantoliano - Teddy Gammell
Mark Boone Junior - Burt
Russ Fega - Waiter
Jorja Fox - Leonard's Wife
Stephen Tobolowsky - Sammy
Harriet Sansom Harris - Mrs. Jankis
Thomas Lennon - Doctor
Callum Keith Rennie - Dodd
Kimberly Campbell - Blonde
Marianne Muellerleile - Tattooist
Larry Holden - Jimmy
[first
lines] Leonard Shelby:[voice over]
So where are you? You're in some motel room. You just...you just wake
up and you're in...in a motel room. There's the key. It feels like
maybe it's just the first time you've been here, but perhaps you've
been
there for a week, three months. It's...it's kind of hard to say. I
don't...I don't know. It's just an anonymous room.
Teddy: Lenny! Leonard Shelby: It's
Leonard. Like I told you before. Teddy: Did
you? I must have forgot. Leonard Shelby: I
guess I've already told you about my condition. Teddy: Oh,
well, only every time I see ya!
[walking through the
Discount Inn parking lot, Teddy stops at his dilapidated Chevrolet] Leonard Shelby:
My car. Teddy: [laughing] This is
your car. [Leonard holds up a
picture of the Jaguar with the caption 'My Car'] Leonard Shelby: Oh,
you're in a playful mood. It's not good for you to make fun of
somebody's handicap. Teddy: Just
trying to have a little fun.
[Leonard stops the car
next to a pick up truck parked outside a derelict building] Leonard Shelby: Looks
like somebody's home. Teddy: Ah,
that thing's been here for years. Leonard Shelby: What
are you talking about? These tracks are only a few days old. Teddy:
Tracks? What are you, Pocahontas?
[inside the derelict
building Leonard hits Teddy over the head with the back of his gun] Leonard Shelby: You're
gonna pay for what you did. Beg forgiveness and then you pay. Teddy: You
don't have a clue, you freak! Leonard Shelby: Beg
my wife's forgiveness before I blow your brains out.
[Leonard's holding Teddy
down with a gun held to his face]
Teddy: Leonard,
you don't know what's going on. You don't even know my name. Leonard Shelby: Teddy. Teddy: That's
cause you read it off a fucking picture. You don't know who you are. Leonard Shelby: I'm
Leonard Shelby. I'm from San Francisco. Teddy: That's
who you were. That's not what you've become. Leonard Shelby: Shut
your mouth. Teddy: You
want to know, Lenny?
Come on. Come on, let's go down to the basement. Let's go down, you and
me together. Then you'll know who you really are. [Leonard glances
fearfully at the door, then looks at Teddy holding his gun up to shoot] Teddy: No! [he shoots Teddy in the
back of the head]
[we see Leonard lying on
a bed] Leonard Shelby:
It's just an
anonymous room. There's nothing in the drawers. But you look anyway.
Nothing except the Gideon bible, which...which I, of course, read
religiously.
Leonard Shelby: Burt.
I'm not sure, I think I may have asked you to hold my calls. Burt: You
don't know? Leonard Shelby: Well,
I think I may have. I'm not too good on the phone. Burt: Right,
you said you like to look people in the eye when you talk to them. Leonard Shelby: Yeah,
yeah. Burt: You
don't remember saying that. Leonard Shelby: Well,
that's the thing. I have this condition. Burt: A
condition? Leonard Shelby: It's
my memory. Burt: Amnesia?
Leonard Shelby: No,
no, no, no,
it's different from that. I have no short-term memory. I know who I am,
I know all about myself. I just...since my injury I can't make new
memories. Everything fades. If we talk for too long I'll forget how we
started and next time I see you I'm not gonna remember this
conversation. I don't even know if I've met you before. So if I seem a
little strange or rude, or something, uh... [he notices Burt is
staring at him strangely] Leonard
Shelby:
I've told you this before, haven't I? Burt: Yeah...I
don't mean to mess with you but it's so weird. You don't remember me at
all? Leonard Shelby: No. Burt: We've
talked a bunch of times. Leonard Shelby: I'm
sure we have.
Burt: What's
it like? Leonard Shelby: It's
like waking. It's like you just woke up. Burt: That
must suck. It's all
backwards. Like, maybe you got an idea about what you want to do next
but you don't remember what you just did.
[to
himself whilst
looking at his body tattoos, copy of license certificate and a Polaroid
picture of Teddy]
Leonard Shelby: White
male. First name, John. Last name G for Gammell. Drugs. License plate.
SG13...7IU. It's him. I found you, you fuck.
[talking on the phone] Leonard Shelby: You
said we talked before. I don't
remember
that. Yeah, but it's not amnesia. I remember everything up until my
injury, I just can't make new memories.
[talking on the phone in
his motel room] Leonard Shelby: I
guess I tell
people about Sammy to help them understand. Sammy's story helps me
understand my own situation. Sammy wrote himself endless amounts of
notes. But he got mixed up. I have a more graceful solution to the
memory problem. I'm disciplined and organized. I use habit and routine
to make my life possible. Sammy had no drive...no reason to make it
work. Me? Yeah...I got a reason.
Leonard Shelby: So,
you have
information for me? Natalie: Is
that what your little note says? Leonard Shelby: Yeah. Natalie: Must
be tough living
your life according to a couple of scraps of paper. You mix your
laundry
list with your grocery list and you'll end up eating your underwear for
breakfast. I
guess that's why you have those freaky tattoos.
Natalie: You
gave me a license-plate number. Had my friend at DMV trace it. Guess
what name came up? John Edward Gammell. John G. Leonard Shelby:
Do you know him?
Natalie: No.
But his face on
his driver's license looked really familiar. I think he...I think he's
been in the bar, maybe. Here's a copy of his license, his registration,
photo and all. Are you sure you want this? Leonard Shelby:
Have I told you what this man did? Natalie: Yeah. Leonard Shelby:
Well, then you shouldn't have to ask. Natalie: But
even if you get revenge, you're not gonna remember it. You're not even
gonna know that it happened. Leonard Shelby:
My wife
deserves vengeance. It doesn't make any difference whether I know about
it. Just because there are things I don't remember doesn't make my
actions meaningless. The world doesn't just disappear when you close
your eyes, does it. Anyway, maybe I'll take a photograph to remind
myself. Get another freaky tattoo.
[remembering his wife] Leonard Shelby:You
can just feel the details. The bits and pieces you never bothered to
put into words. And you can feel these extreme moments. Even if you
don't want to. You put these together and you get the feel of a person.
Enough to know how much you miss them. And how much you hate the person
who took them away.
[Leonard notices the
message 'Remember Sammy Jenkis' written on the back of his
hand; in
his motel room him
talking on the phone] Leonard Shelby:
I
met Sammy through work. Insurance. I was an investigator. I'd
investigate the claims to see which ones were phony. I had to see
through people's bullshit. It was useful experience, 'cause now it's my
life. When I meet someone, I don't know if I've met them before. I have
to just look in their eyes and try and figure them out. My job taught
me the best way to find out what someone knew was just let 'em talk and
watch the eyes and the body language. If someone scratches their nose
while they're talking, experts will tell you it means they're lying. It
really means they're nervous. People get nervous for all sorts of
reasons. It's all about context. Yeah, I was good. Sammy was my first
real challenge.
Leonard Shelby: Memory's
unreliable. Teddy: Oh,
please. Leonard Shelby: No,
no, no, no
really. Memory's not perfect, it's not even that good. Ask the police.
Eyewitness testimony is unreliable. The cops don't catch a killer by
sitting around remembering stuff. They collect facts. Teddy:
That's not what I'm... Leonard Shelby: They
make notes
and they draw conclusions. Facts, not memories. That's how you
investigate. I know, it's what I used to do. Look, memory can change
the shape of a room, it can change the color of a car. And memories can
be distorted. They're just an interpretation, they're not a record. And
they're irrelevant if you have the facts.
Teddy: You
really want to get this guy, don't you? Leonard Shelby: He
killed my wife. He took away my fucking memory. He destroyed my ability
to live. [Teddy touches Leonard's
neck to feel his pulse] Teddy:
You're living. Leonard Shelby: Only
for revenge.
Burt: Oh
shit! It's the wrong room. You're in 304 now. I'm sorry. I fucked up. Leonard Shelby:
This is not my room? Burt: No,
come on, let's go.
[Leonard picks up a
piece of paper from his bed] Leonard Shelby: Then
why is this my handwriting? Burt: This
was your room, but now you're in 304. Leonard Shelby: When
was I in here? Burt: Last
week. But then I rented you another room on top of it. Leonard Shelby:
Why? Burt: Business
is slow. I mean,
I...I...I told my boss about the...your condition and stuff, and he
said try and rent him another room. Leonard Shelby:
So how many rooms am I checked into in this shit-hole? Burt: Just
two, so far. Leonard Shelby:
Well, at least you're being honest about ripping me off. Burt: Well,
you're not gonna remember anyway. Leonard Shelby:
You don't have to be that honest, Burt. Burt:
Leonard, always get a receipt. Leonard Shelby:
Oh yeah. I'll write that down.
[in his motel room
talking on the phone telling his story of Sammy
Jenkins] Leonard Shelby: I'd
just become
an investigator when I came across Sammy. Mr. Samuel R Jankis, strangest
case ever. Yeah, the guy's a fifty eight year old, semiretired
accountant. He and his wife had been in this car accident, nothing
serious. But he's acting funny, he can't get a handle on what's going
on. The doctors find some possible damage to the hippocampus, nothing
conclusive. Sammy can't remember anything for more than a couple of
minutes. Can't work, can't do shit. The medical bills pile up, his wife
calls the insurance company and I get sent in. Now, this is my first
big claims investigation so I really check into it. Sammy can think
just fine but he can't make new memories. He can only remember things
for a couple of minutes. He'd watch TV but anything longer than a
couple of minutes was too confusing, he couldn't remember how it began.
He liked commercials. They were short. [we see Sammy give his
wife her insulin shot] Leonard Shelby: [voice over] The
crazy part was that this guy who couldn't follow the plot of Green
Acres anymore could do the most complicated things...as long as he
learned them before the accident...and as long as he kept his mind on
what he was doing. Now the doctors assure me that there's a real
condition called anterial-grade memory loss, or short-term memory loss.
It's rare but legit. But every time I see him I catch this look this
slight look of recognition. But he says he can't remember me at all.
Now, I can read people and I'm thinking "bad actor". So now I'm
suspicious and I order more tests.