Truman. You can speak. I can hear you. Who are you? I am the creator... of a television...

[In the control room, Christof grabs a headset and a monitor to see Truman standing in front of the door to the real world] Christof: Truman. [Truman hears Christof's booming voice coming from the sky] Christof: You can speak. I can hear you. Truman Burbank: Who are you? Christof: I am the creator... of a television show that gives hope and joy and inspiration to millions. Truman Burbank: Then who am I? Christof: You're the star. Truman Burbank: Was nothing real? Christof: *You* were real. That's what made you so good to watch. [Truman turns back to face the door] Christof: Listen to me, Truman. There's no more truth out there than there is in the world I created for you. The same lies. The same deceit. But in my world, you have nothing to fear. I know you better than you know yourself. Truman Burbank: [insulted] You never had a camera in my head! Christof: You're afraid. That's why you can't leave. It's okay, Truman. I understand. I have been watching you your whole life. I was watching when you were born. I was watching when you took your first step. I watched you on your first day of school. [chuckles] Christof: The episode where you lost your first tooth. [smiles] Christof: You can't leave, Truman. You belong here... with me. [Truman remains silent, contemplating] Christof: Talk to me. Say something. [incredulous] Christof: Well, say something, goddamn it! You're on television! You're live to the whole world! [Truman turns back with a familiar smile] Truman Burbank: In case I don't see ya, good afternoon, good evening and good night. [false chuckle] Truman Burbank: Yeah. [Truman takes a bow and then steps through the door to Christof's astonishment]