Chris [returning to the real Matt Damon’s car]: Matt? How did you get back so quickly? I thought you wanted alone time.
Chris: I swear to you there was a man at the gas station who looked just like you.
Matt: You kidding me?
Chris: No, sir.
Matt: And you thought this…random schmuck was me.
Chris: I…I did, sir–he, he looked just like you.
Matt: Let’s think about this, Chris. Does…Matt Damon…go into gas stations?
Chris: …No, sir.
Matt: Is Matt Damon a legend? By all possible accounts?
Chris: Yes, sir.
Matt: So is there some reason you believe you saw a legend in a dump down the road, when you left this greatness by the car?
Chris: Sir, I—
Matt: Okay. You’ve said enough. Let’s get this car fixed and get out of here. Before you hallucinate again. Who am I?
Chris: You’re Matt Damon, sir.
Matt: I’m Matt Damon. Confusion, Chris, belongs to lesser men. Matt Damon…has never known it.