Cameron: I let you pick things.
Mitchell: Really? Name one thing in this room that was my idea.
Cameron: Oh, just one... One thing?
Mitchell: One thing. Mm-hmm.
Cameron: Okay, well, fine. Oh, how... How about the blanket? Yeah, because you said it reminded you of the blanket you used to lay on at your grandparents' house and eat your caramel corn when you watched Mary Lou Retton vault her way into America's heart.
Mitchell: What are you talking about? Are... Are you seriously trying to incept a memory in my mind to make me believe that I chose that blanket?
Cameron: Oh, kind of like you made me think I burned down our kitchen?