“You musn't be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling.”

“EAMES: Shouldn't be afraid to dream a little bigger, Arthur-Eames lines up a shot with a grenade launcher. Fires- the sniper EXPLODES into the air- Arthur looks at Eames.EAMES: Shall we?”

“COBB: Our dreams feel real while we're in them. It's only when we wake we realize things were strange.Ariadne gestures around them-ARIADNE: But all the textures of real life-the stone, the fabric... cars... people... your mind can't create all this.COBB: It does. Every time you dream. Let me ask you a question: You never remember the beginning of your dreams, do you? You just turn up in the middle of what's going on.ARIADNE: I guess.COBB: So... how did we end up at this restaurant?”

“ARTHUR: The only way to wake up from inside the dream is to die.”

“EAMES: Try this... "MY FATHER ACCEPTS THAT I WANT TO CREATE FOR MYSELF, NOT FOLLOW IN HIS FOOTSTEPS."COBB: That might work.ARTHUR: Might? We'll have to do better than that.EAMES: Thanks for the contribution, Arthur.ARTHUR: Forgive me for wanting a little specificity, Eames.”

“ARTHUR: How do we get out once we've made the plant?(to Cobb)I hope you've got something a little more elegant than shooting me in the head like last time.Arthur tilts back in his chair. Yusuf turns to Cobb.COBB: A kick.ARIADNE: What's a kick?Eames slips his foot under Arthur's chair leg. TIPS it- Arthur's legs SHOOT UP INSTINCTIVELY for balance-EAMES: That, Ariadne, would be a kick.COBB: That feeling of falling which snaps you awake. We use that to jolt ourselves awake once we're done.”

“EAMES: Now, in the dream, I can impersonate Browning and suggest the concepts to Fischer's conscious mind...EAMES: (draws a diagram) Then we take Fischer down another level and his own subconscious feeds it right back to him.ARTHUR: (impressed) So he gives himself the idea.EAMES: Precisely. That's the only way to make it stick. It has to seem self-generated.ARTHUR: Eames, I'm impressed.EAMES: Your condescension, as always, is much appreciated, Arthur.”