She makes you forget she's a patient.

A good woman. I can't forget her.

She's a stenographer.

Well, you remember her, don't you?

How did she miss you!

She's the star reporter on the Mail.

I remember once, when she was little

You must be Polo. She remembers me, her little Polo.

Because she was rich, and you were after her money.

Or I dumped her. Don't remember.

It's not her address I'm writing.

Yes, I remember her quite well. She was a very beautiful woman.

Remember her answer?

What's that?

Forget about Marion.

If they knew you were a reporter, they'd be all over you.

Yes, only she forgot she was married to a callum.

She's from Hawaii, don't you remember her?

She doesn't even know her name.

Do you remember her?

Remember her?

Forget her!

Not as Kelly... but as a mother.

She's a very remarkable girl. I recall...

Either I take her to the marriage registry office...

I get rid of them. He forgets them.

She'll come crawling. You're right, Pa, forget. I'll marry Maria.

She'll remember.

Forget about her.

You remember her?

But she wrote to me while I was in hospital and her letters revived my memory of her.

And a positive identification is made because the photograph replaced the memory, if there ever was an actual memory.

What? I forgot to ask for her phone number.

I've just remembered I might be able to prove it's Doris.

Bear in mind she's a foreigner, so prepare for hysterics, even a fainting spell.

And what she did was she went out on a cold, dry night and breathed back and forth on the lawn to leave to leave her life's mark, the mark of her life.

And remember.

Can't never forget her.

She remembered something?

I remember how fascinating she was and how maddening.

But she's obviously still mad. She's even told her children.

Forgot her family completely

I remember you calling her names and hating her.

She said, as far as she knows, they were all dressed alike.

I seem to remember pushing her. Herfalling, hitting her head...