Truman’s mother: It doesn't sound insane at all, Truman. I see him ten times a week in 100 different places. I almost hugged a perfect stranger in the salon last Thursday.
Truman: It was Dad, I swear. Dressed like a homeless man. And you know what else was strange? A businessman and a woman with a little dog came out of nowhere and forced him onto a bus.
Truman’s mother: Well, it’s about time they cleaned up the trash downtown before we become just like the rest of the country.
Truman: They never found Dad's body. Maybe somehow…
Truman’s mother: God!
Truman: I’m telling you if it wasn't him, it was his twin! Did Dad have a brother?
Truman’s mother: Truman, you know perfectly well that your father was an only child. Just like you. Now Sweetie, you're just feeling bad because of what happened. You sailing off into that storm. But I’ve never blamed you, Truman. And I don't blame you now.