Mr. Quaid, can you hear yourself? She's real because you dreamt her?

Dr. Edgemar:
Mr. Quaid?Douglas Quaid: What?Dr. Edgemar:I need to talk to you. It's about Mr. Hauser.Douglas Quaid:Who are you?Dr. Edgemar:Dr. Edgemar from Rekall.Douglas Quaid:How did you find me?Dr. Edgemar:That's a little hard to explain, but could you open the door?Dr. Edgemar:I'm not armed.Dr. Edgemar:Don't worry, I'm alone. May I come in...Douglas Quaid:What do you want?Dr. Edgemar:This might be difficult for you to accept, Mr. Quaid.Douglas Quaid:I'm listening.Dr. Edgemar:I'm afraid that you are not really standing here right now.Douglas Quaid:You know doc, you could've fooled me.Dr. Edgemar:Quite so. You're not here, and neither am I.Douglas Quaid:Wow, that's amazing. Where are we?Dr. Edgemar:At Rekall. You are strapped to an implant chair, and we're monitoring you from a psychic probe console.Douglas Quaid:Oh, I get it. I'm dreaming, and this is a part of the delightful vacation package your company had sold me.Dr. Edgemar:Not exactly. You have this dream sequence in your natural memory banks, and you're making this up as you go along.Douglas Quaid:If this is my dream, then who the hell invited you?Dr. Edgemar:I was sent in as a security measure. I'm afraid to tell you this Mr. Quaid, but you have suffered a schizoid embolism. We can't snap you out of your fantasy. I was sent here to try to talk you down.Douglas Quaid: How much is Cohaagan paying you for this?Dr. Edgemar:Think about it. Your dream began in the middle of the implant procedure, and everything that followed... the chases, the trip to Mars, the suite at the Hilton... was all a part of your holiday and ego trip. You paid to be a secret agent.Douglas Quaid:Bullshit. It's coincidence.Dr. Edgemar:What about the girl? Brunette, athletic, sleazy and demure just as you specified. Is that a coincidence?Douglas Quaid:No she's real. I dreamt about her before I even went to Rekall.Dr. Edgemar:Mr. Quaid, can you hear yourself? She's real because you dreamt her?