You're a fucking psychopath. Damaged goods.
I don't think that language would play very well with your base. I'm what you'd call "neurodivergent." And I've had some time to become comfortable with that.
Westworld · Season 1
You're a fucking psychopath. Damaged goods.
I don't think that language would play very well with your base. I'm what you'd call "neurodivergent." And I've had some time to become comfortable with that.
War is not an easy thing to put behind you.
You seem pretty good at it.
Well, I am an infinitely adaptable machine, darling.
We aren't revisiting the past. We're recreating it.
Did it really have to be a tux?
Now far be it from me to limit your sartorial choices. Anyway, you don't look entirely awful.
You don't look too bad yourself.
Why, thank you.
I feel like I'm going insane.
You're not insane. Your world may have gone a little insane. But you haven't.
You've been given the gift of prophecy, and you use it to fight stains.
Hmm. I see your time in robot heaven didn't make you any less elliptical.
Well, how are we gonna get underground?
We die.
Is there a second option?
Don't knock it 'til you've tried it.
And when I finally back on solid ground, the first thing I heard was that rotten voice. It had followed me the whole way over. Know what it said? It said, "This here's the new world. And in this world, you can be whoever you want to be."
My delivery was far better.
[Standing at street corner] Listen here! We're looking for any and all information on the bootlegger Hecky Armone! He and his goons gunned down a federal marshal. A reward of two c's to anyone with the guts to rope that lousy son of a- [Maeve Millay knocks him out]
[Dragging the police capture reward announcer into an alley] That's a day off for you, copper!
Maeve, we gotta go, every human in the park will be infected. [Maeve searches policeman's body and throws handcuffs to Caleb who uses it to cuff Charlotte] We need to get to an extraction point. All right, my guys will pick us up just outside the border of the park. Just need the coordinates.
You'll never make it that far. They'll stop you well before then. [To Maeve] You alone though, you might make it.
Ignore her.
You seem to make it a habit out of risking your life for him. You could have lived in peace, undisturbed, if you hadn't been so sentimental.
What is she talking about? [Maeve seems disconcerted] What is it?
Something's wrong. [Turns head to a power line]
[Seeming affected'] Maeve!
They've turned their machine back on. The parasite'll take hold of him soon.
That is... if the guests in the park don't kill you both first.
Oh, do shut up! [Grabs Charlotte and forces her to walk at gunpoint] Move!
[To a deeply affected Caleb in an office tower of an industrial extraction area] You feel it now, don't you? All your struggle. The burden of your so-called consciousness released. Your will is no longer your own. It belongs to me. Pick up the gun. [Caleb complies] Let's end this, shall we? [Caleb walks out onto balcony and aims gun in the direction of a hiding Maeve] That's right. [Caleb then aims gun away from Maeve and fire upon the Man In Black] How did you disobey me?
[Walking back in] Because I have something you don't have.
[Man In Black fires at Maeve] No.
[Gets up and walks to Maeve] You really think this is over? You can't stop. You're still going to die back in the park by my hand. [Plunges knife into Maeve's torso who hugs Man In Black tightly]
...
Look here. This is the last face you'll ever see.
One lesson the park taught me... always insist on mutual satisfaction.
[Learns from computer screen that explosives are primed to detonate] No! Maeve! Maeve!
See you in the next life darling.
Maeve! [Bangs on window] Maeve! [Explosives detonate] No!
Caleb? What was that? Caleb, are you all right? Are you there? Caleb. We're almost there. Do you read? Caleb? Wake up. You dozed off for a minute there.
Maeve. No.
You don't look so good, Caleb. I would be more worried about yourself. They're here for you.
I won't rest until everything you built... is destroyed.
Are you sure you'll make it?
I don't give a fuck what happens to me. Frankie will not grow up in a world where she is controlled... by you.
Well, that's the thing about this world, you know? Some of the most unbelievable things turn out to be true. And the things that feel the most real... are nothing but stories that we tell ourselves.
Welcome to the super spreader event of the century.
[At a fancy restaurant with Jack and Agnes] There's a beauty to this world. An order. That's what we like to believe. We're not wrong. There is an order. A grand design. We made sure of that. It was a dream for so long, and we finally made it real. Not a better world. A perfect one.
And you should have seen the look on his face. He couldn't believe it. You know what he said to me? God as my witness. "But I'm the mayor." [Agnes chuckles] And I said to him, "Mr. Mayor, there have always been two types of people in this world, those who lead and those who follow. And you, my friend, are not in the group you think you are."
I'm not sure our friend wants to hear your war stories.
Please don't stop on my account.
You'd appreciate it more than anyone. It's just the truth. It's always been that way. Two worlds. And frankly, better us than them.
What does it matter if a system is meritocratic if it's still unfair?
Thousands of years of being ruled by someone's fucking offspring? You wouldn't call this progress? At least now the people in charge earned their place.
And you? Do you feel like you earned it?
I had some help. No question. Privilege, if you like. But I worked my ass off.
You really believe it, don't you?
Don't you? I mean, you're right here with us, my friend.
I've been asking myself that question for a very long time. Did I really play any part in it? Or am I just the sum total of my code? Am I just fooling myself... like you?
What does that mean? You deserve everything you've got. And you shouldn't be made to feel guilty about it.
How would you know? Who am I to you?
You're a friend. [Scoffs] A great friend.
You don't know me at all. I just walked up to this table and sat down. Five minutes ago.
[Chuckles] Enough kidding around.
Then what's my name, friend? [Jack scoffs and chuckles] You're right. More than you know. There are two types of people. And you, my friend, are not in the group you think you are. Which means I can do anything I want to you. To your wife. To anyone here. And it'll be fine with you. Sitting there with your dumb, pliant grin. Just along for the ride.
Now you leave my wife the hell alone!
Oh, calm yourself down. I'm probably not going to do any permanent damage. You represent a very significant investment of time and effort. When we're done, you won't remember a thing. Like your flesh closing around a splinter.
You have no control.
And yet you're so assured that you do. It's not scripted for you. It's... it's genuine, isn't it? It's... It's beautiful, really. A beautiful lie. [Clementine appears and puts hand on William's shoulder] Shouldn't you be enjoying yourself?
I was. But we have a colleague whose appetites have become... unsustainable. Apparently, winning the game wasn't enough.
And this is really something that needs my input?
Sadly, yes. [Reaches over for Agnes drink and passively aggressively drinks it]
[To Jack and Agnes] I'm enjoying our conversation. Wait here for me. [Gets up and walks away with Clementine]
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