Black Museum

Black Mirror 4×6

Rolo Haynes: Nice accent. You from Australia?
Nish: No, I'm from Britain.
Rolo Haynes: So you got one of those crazy British names? Esmeralda or, uh... ?
Nish: I'm Nish.
Rolo Haynes: Nish?

Rolo Haynes: ...And even nutsier shit, Hector felt the burn, but took no damage at all. All of the experience, none of the physical cost.
Dawson: But how did he die?
Rolo Haynes: They cut him open after to see if he was OK.
Dawson: Oh.

Rolo Haynes: Half of the assholes that roll in here can't even describe their symptoms. They're... They're out cold or concussed or drunk or dumb or... two years old, or they can't speak English. Imagine if you could feel exactly what a patient feels, minus the physical consequences. Like reading their minds...

Rolo Haynes: Houston... we got a miracle.

Rolo Haynes: See, it's like eating chilies. You acclimatize fast. First time you had a jalapeno, bet you spat it out, too hot. But persevere and it becomes addictive. Soon, a jalapeno's not enough. You work your way up, red-hot chilies, bird's-eye chilies, till you get to them Scotch bonnet devils.

Rolo Haynes: Eventually, he dick-pukes a little baby paste up her wazoo, which takes hold. Before you know it, out pops a boy... Boom. They're a family unit. A walking commercial for a sunnier future. Happy as hell.

Jack: What? Um... Like a voice inside my head?
Rolo Haynes: Like the whole of her inside your head. Like a hitchhiker. Like a passenger.

Rolo Haynes: Truly heartwarming...
Nish: Yeah. But this is where you say "but."

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Rolo Haynes: Well, not to wax philosophical, but... how long can happiness realistically last anyhow?

Rolo Haynes: Having a back-seat driver glued into the back seat ain't no fun for anyone in the car. No privacy for him. No agency for her.
Nish: It'd drive you mental.
Rolo Haynes: Exactly.

Carrie: How long was I on pause?

Rolo Haynes: My friends... you're in luck.

Rolo Haynes: Well, she's done her thinking. How about you?

Emily: Are you gonna be a good toy?... Are you gonna be a good toy?!
Carrie: Monkey loves you.
Emily: You better!

Rolo Haynes: See, a couple of years back, the UN made it illegal to transfer human consciousnesses into limited formats like this. Gotta be able to express at least five emotions for it to be humane, apparently. Human rights for cookies. Right, Carrie?

Rolo Haynes:

Nish: Never accept drinks from strangers. My daddy taught me that.

Nish: Always on. Always suffering.

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