Westworld · Season 1
I been watchin' you. We ain't so different. You and I are both triggermen to tyrants. Except me, I know what I want. But you ain't even sure about that termagant you take your orders from. I look at you, and what I see is pathetic.
We ain't nothin' alike. You're just a child.
A little early for me.
A little fuckin' late, you mean. Besides, you aim to cheat the devil, you owe him an offering.
Death is an old amigo of mine. I died just recently, in fact. But death can't bear to lay claim on me. So it sent me back here to do its bidding. Because I, I do it with such goddamn style.
I've served death well. And in turn, it'll be watching over us as we cross these lands.
You think death favors you, that it brought you back. But death's decisions are final. It's only the living that... That are inconstant and waver, don't know who they are or what they want. Death is always true. You haven't known a true thing in all your life. You think you know death but you don't.
Is that so?
You didn't recognize him sittin' across from you this whole time.
You're feeling it more. Aren't you? The engineers call it a cognitive plateau. Your mind is stable for a few hours, few days, and then it starts to fall apart. Every time. At first we thought it was your mind rejecting the new body. Like an organ that's not a perfect match. But it's more like your mind rejects reality. Rejects itself.
I don't, uh 'member any prior, I, I, I... Attemp -
No, Jim, this is the 149th time we've brought you back. We're gettin' closer to workin' out the kinks, slowly but surely. You're on Day 35. You're only now starting to degrade.
I feel fuckin' fi... Ticker... Steady as a...
Another year or two, they might crack it and get a version of you that's viable long-term. But the thing is, I'm not so sure anymore. I'm beginning to think that this whole enterprise was a mistake. People aren't meant to live forever. I mean, take you, for example. Ruthless philanderer with no ethics in your business or family dealings, a veritable shithead. In truth, everyone prefers the memory of you to the man himself.
Want me to stay here forever, do ya? Hmm? Enjoyin' running my company, Bill? Livin' in my house? Fucking my daughter? Hmm?
Juliet's dead. She killed herself.
Why would she... Why would she do that? What did you... What did you do to her?
World is better off without you, Jim. Possibly without me.
[Delos stands]
Logan! Logan! Logan!
Logan overdosed years ago. Couldn't face reality, either. Your wife's gone, Juliet's gone. No one's coming to help you. Took me a long time to learn this but some men are better off dead. Good night, Jim.fathers. One above, one below. They lied. There was only ever the devil. And when you look up from the bottom, it was just his reflection laughing back down at you. You aim to cheat the devil you owe him at least an offering.
I always trusted code more than people anyway.
[Natives are preparing to sacrifice caucasian captives]
[In Lakota language] Release yourself of this burden.
[To significant other] Oh God! It's too late! You and your stupid fucking fantasy! You've gotten us killed! [Grace undoes binds and runs away]
[Walks up to Stubbs with knife to throat, in English] You live only as long as the last person remembers you. [Orders cohort to take knife off Stubbs throat]
[A shogun samurai appears with sword drawn] What the hell is that?
Looks like a dead man to me!
You know the old saying about knives and gunfights?
Does the saying have a footnote about fucking lassos then?
Beautiful way to watch the sunrise - glistening off the intestines of the recently mutilated.
Captured by samurai cop killers. Fuck me! Can't you say something to them?
I'm from Hong Kong, asshole.
This is just the tip of shogun world's prick, an experience expressly designed for the guests who find Westworld too tame.
It's us.
Yes, fine. I may have cribbed a little from Westworld. You try writing three hundred stories in three weeks.
I don't need to know the language to know a fucking asshole of a man when I see one.
Our odds of surviving here have dropped to fuck all.
Why should we all get killed over a literal sex machine? Present company excluded, of course.
You can't keep doing this to us - giving us people to love and then getting upset when we do.
These quotes come from Wikiquote's Westworld pages and are available under the Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike License.
