James Cole: This is a place for crazy people. I'm not crazy.
Dr. Owen Fletcher: We don't use the term "crazy," Mr. Cole.
James Cole: Well, you've got some real nuts here.

Louie: Where'd they send you?
James Cole: 1990.
Louie: '90! How was it? Good drugs? Lots of pussy? Hey, Bob, you do the job? You find out the big info? Army of the 12 Monkeys?
James Cole: I was supposed to be 1996.
Louie: Science ain't an exact science with these clowns but, they're
getting better. You're lucky you didn't end up in ancient Egypt!

James Cole: She's not honey babe, she's a doctor. My psychiatrist. Understand?
Charlie the Hotel Clerk: Whatever gets it up for you, Jack.

Jeffrey Goines: When I was institutionalized, my brain was studied exhaustively in the guise of mental health. I was interrogated, I was x-rayed, I was examined *thoroughly*.
[turns head and coughs]
Jeffrey Goines: Then, they took everything about me and put it into a computer where they created this model of my mind. Yes! Using that model they
managed to generate every thought I could possibly have in the next, say, 10 years. Which they then filtered through a probability matrix of some kind to - to determine everything I was gonna do in that period. So you see, she knew I was gonna lead the Army of the Twelve Monkeys into the pages of history before it ever even occurred to me. She knows everything I'm ever gonna do before I know it
myself. How's that?

Jeffrey Goines: Telephone call? Telephone call? That's communication with the outside world. Doctor's *discretion*. Nuh-uh. Look, hey - all of these nuts could just make phone calls, they could spread insanity, oozing through telephone cables, oozing into the ears of all these poor sane people, infecting them. Wackos everywhere, plague of madness.

Jeffrey Goines: You are a total nutcase, completely deranged, delusional, paranoid. Your thought process is all fucked up. Your information train is jammed, man!

Dr. Kathryn Railly: If you don't turn yourself over to the police, they're going to, to kill you, then they're going to shoot me too because I'm going to be the accessory to murder.
James Cole: You're all gonna die.
Dr. Kathryn Railly: Nobody is going to die! You're not going to save the world, okay? You're delusional. You've made
all this up out of bits and pieces in your head.
James Cole: No.
Dr. Kathryn Railly: Yes! Let me give you an example. You know Jeffrey Goines. You were both patients at County Hospital at the same time.
James Cole: Jeffrey Goines was a fruitcake!

Dr. Leland Goines: My God, Jeffrey. You truly are insane.
Jeffrey Goines: No I'm not.

Jeffrey Goines: Who cares what psychiatrists write on walls?

James Cole: [In 1990, James is being interviewed by a panel of mental health doctors and trying to explain the situation] 1996 is the past too, listen to me!
[the panel of doctors look at James with skeptical expressions]
James Cole: What I...
[James realizing this isn't going very well]
James Cole: ... what I need to
do is make a telephone call. I can straighten this all out if I can make a telephone call.
Dr. Owen Fletcher: [Very skeptical] Who would you call? Who would straighten everything out?
James Cole: The scientists. They'll want to know they sent me to the wrong time.
[Dr Fletcher just nods]
James Cole: I can leave a voice
mail message that they monitor from the present.
[Panel has mixed facial expressions]
James Cole: Can I just make one telephone call please?

James Cole: I remember being afraid for that little boy. All alone, down that well, not knowing if anybody's going to get him out. First time I was ever really afraid when I was a kid.
Dr. Kathryn Railly: What do you mean, when you were a kid?
James Cole: Never mind. It's just a prank, a hoax. That boy's hiding in a barn.

Geologist: [after James Cole informs the scientists that he was sent to the wrong year] What did you do with you time Cole? Did you waste it on drugs? Women?
James Cole: They forced me to take drugs!
Microbiologist: Forced you? Why would someone force you to take drugs?