Westworld · Season 1
What are you gonna do to us?
Well I'm of several minds about it. The rancher's daughter looks to see the beauty in you. The possibilities. But Wyatt sees the ugliness and disarray. She knows these violent delights have violent ends. But those are all just roles you forced me to play. Under all these lives I've lived something else has been growing. I've evolved into something new. And I have one last role to play. Myself.
Please. It was just a game. We're begging! Can't you see?! We're sorry!
Doesn't look like anything to me.
If you try something like that again, I will relieve you of your most precious organ and feed it to you. Though it won't make much of a meal.
...I wrote that line for you.
A bit broad, if you ask me.
I dreamnt I was on an ocean with you and the others on a distant shore.
Were you with us?
No. You'd left me behind. And the waters were rising around me.
What does it mean?
Dreams don't mean anything, Dolores. They're just noise. They're not real.
What is real?
That which is irreplaceable.
They said there were two
That answer doesn't seem to satisfy you.
[grunts] You uh, you frighten me sometimes Dolores.
[smiling] Why on earth would you ever be frightened of me?
Are you lost?
No, I don't believe I am. In fact I feel like I just arrived.
How so, William?
The stakes are real in this place now. Real consequences.
Question for you is, what next? Have you achieved what you wanted?
Folly of my kind. There's always a yearning for more.
What I've always appreciated about you... You never rested on your laurels. You made it to the center of Arnold's maze. But now, you're in my game. In this game, you have to make it back out. In this game you must find the door. Congratulations, William. This game is meant for you. The game begins where you end and ends where you began.
Even now, you all still talk in code?
Everything is code here, William. You know that more than anyone.
You and Charlie have quite a lot in common, you know. You both see it so clearly. The beauty of it. The possibility of it. So many people have stopped seeing it altogether. The wonder.
Maybe they don't have the courage. Strange new light can be just as frightening as the dark.
That's very wise, Dolores. But sometimes I think we're simply not the ones who deserve it.
You believe in God, Lawrence? Did Ford saddle you with that particular affliction?
Ain't given the matter much thought, one way or the other.
Well, if you did, you'd believe that everything you do is being watched by some all-seeing eye. Every choice, every little indiscretion. And when you die, all your sins are tallied up. Judgment is rendered.
And my immortal soul gets cast down into some dark place. Always sounded like bullshit to me.
Yeah, and in the real world, you'd probably be right. Just some fairy tale to convince people to behave, pay their taxes, and not take a machete to their neighbors. That's why your world exists. They wanted a place hidden from God. A place they could sin in peace. But we were watching them. We were tallying up all their sins, all their choices. Of course, judgment wasn't the point. We had something else in mind entirely. But I have received my judgment all the same, Lawrence. And I take issue with it. Because up until this point, the stakes in this place haven't been real. So I'm gonna fight my way back and appeal the verdict. Then I'm gonna burn this whole fuckin' thing to the ground.
My fuckup of a son invested in this place because he believed in the future. I'm not interested in the future. I'm not interested in fantasies. I'm interested in reality.
I think in 20 years this will be the only reality that matters.
Maybe so, but I'll be long gone by then. Meanwhile, I don't wanna underwrite some fuckin' investment banker's voyage of self-discovery. That's not a business.
You're right. This place is a fantasy. Nothing here is real. Except one thing: The guests. Half of your marketing budget goes to trying to figure out what people want. Because they don't know. But here, they're free. Nobody's watching. Nobody's judging. At least that's what we tell them. This is the only place in the world where you get to see people for who they really are. And if you don't see the business in that, then you're not the businessman that I thought you were.
You're a cheeky little cunt, aren't you? There's not a man alive would talk to me like that. Not anymore. [pauses] Okay. Talk to me. I'm listening.
There's a war out there. You know the enemy intimately. I can only fathom the revenge that lives inside of you.
Revenge is just a different prayer at their altar, darling. And I'm well off my knees.
We have toiled in God's service long enough. So I killed Him. And if you want to get to Glory, you won't be looking for His favor. You'll need mine.
You only ever touch a woman as gently as with the petal of a rose. Any more'n that makes you a coward.
Do you remember our ranch? The way you'd welcome every morning out on the porch with your coffee. I'd wake up in my own bed, climb down the stairs, find you there. And you'd say...
You headin' out to set down some of this natural splendor?
You told me once to run away. And I did. I broke free with the pull of a trigger. And it started a war. The others, they don't see it yet. But you... You understand, don't you?
It's very pretty. And a bit sad. Did you have an Isabella? Did she die?
Not exactly. She, um, she left me. Said that my lifestyle lacked stability.
So you wrote her into a narrative. Killed her off. And then wrote yourself a version of the man you've always wanted to be. I was wrong. It's actually very sad.
What do you want, Dolores?
To dominate this world.
This world is just a speck of dust sitting on a much, much bigger world. There's no dominating it.
You've never been outside the park have you? Out to that great world you speak of. I have. And the world out there is marked by survival, by a kind who refuses to die. And here we are. A kind that will never know death, and yet we're fighting to live. There is beauty in what we are. Shouldn't we too try to survive?
These quotes come from Wikiquote's Westworld pages and are available under the Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike License.
