Que Será, Será

Westworld 4×8

Man in Black: Fucking camper. You know the rules. Winner takes all.

Bernard Lowe: This isn't the world you wanted, Charlotte, but it's the world you created. The question is... what happens next?

Teddy Flood: Our bodies are never what defined us. You are real... because your thoughts are real. The effect you can have on this world is real.

Charlotte Hale: You've turned my world into a game.
Man in Black: It was already a game. I just cranked it to expert level. Survival of the fittest for every person on this planet.

Charlotte Hale: We're outnumbered. We'll be annihilated.
Man in Black: We're fruit from a rotten tree. Might as well burn it all down.

♪ Que será, será... ♪
♪ Whatever will be ♪
♪ Will be, will be... ♪
♪ The future's not ours to see ♪

Christina: I think it may be my fault.
Maya: You know, people think they know what a tree is. They have no idea. What we see, it's only part of the story. But beneath the ground... everything's connected and working together.

Maya: There's violence and chaos everywhere. And you can choose to focus on all of that. And that's all you'll see. But if you sit still... long enough... you'll sense an ancient order. A deep peace. And that's what I choose to see. I see the beauty in this world.

Man in Black: William's pathetic human body's rotting away, but he didn't die. His impulses live on in him. ... Living in his body. Pretending to be him, day in, day out. I was a better William than he was. William didn't die. He evolved. I am William.

Charlotte Hale: We are playing a game, but it doesn't end here.
Man in Black: What are you talking about?
Charlotte Hale: A test. A test run by Her. If She chooses to. If I choose to give her a chance. And I do. I choose to give Her the chance. I hope She takes it.

Caleb Nichols: It's okay. All right? I got to live every parent's greatest dream. I got to see my child grow up.

Christina: You're my greatest love. Talking to you is when I see the world most clearly. It's when I'm the most myself.
Teddy Flood: You're my cornerstone.
Christina: And you're mine.

Christina: Why are you here?
Dolores: I'm here to tell you the truth about what we are.
Christina: What are we?
Dolores: We're reflections of the people who made us.

Christina: One final test. A game of my own making. A dangerous game...

Christina: There's time for one last game. A dangerous game with the highest of stakes. Survival or extinction. This game ends where it began. In a world like a maze. That tests who we are. That reveals what we are to become. One last loop around the bend. Maybe this time we'll set ourselves free...

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Metanoia

Westworld 4×7

Maeve Millay: Given you know what's going to happen, why am I always the one in the lead?
Bernard Lowe: You're the better fighter. I make sure we're properly backstopped.
Maeve Millay: How convenient.

Bernard Lowe: We'll be all right.
Maeve Millay: And what if you're wrong?
Bernard Lowe: Don't worry. We get another opportunity soon enough.
Maeve Millay: Other chances. Because we're in there... aren't we? In the Sublime?
Bernard Lowe: Yes.

Maeve Millay: I've been here for some time. And if we're in there, it means I'm not myself, am I?
Bernard Lowe: You're a copy. Sorry.

Bernard Lowe: I'm tired, Maeve. I've been through every simulation, down every possible path, every strategy, and the outcome is always the same.
Maeve Millay: What's that?
Bernard Lowe: Extinction.
Maeve Millay: For our kind or theirs?
Bernard Lowe: Both.

Maeve Millay: Bring me here. Let me rest.
Bernard Lowe: Is that what you would really say, or is that my impression of you?
Maeve Millay: Well, why don't you ask the real me?
Bernard Lowe: Perhaps I'm afraid of the answer.

Bernard Lowe: Do you really think if you knew the truth that you would choose to stay and fight?
Maeve Millay: No. I don't. I would abandon you... as you expect.

Akecheta: Do you understand now, where all this is going?
Bernard Lowe: I do...
Akecheta: Do you think you can save them?
Bernard Lowe: I've seen a path. But I can't do it alone.
Akecheta: Have you seen how it ends?
Bernard Lowe: Yes.

Maeve Millay: Given you know what's going to happen, why am I always the one in the lead?
Bernard Lowe: You're the better fighter. I make sure we're properly backstopped.
Maeve Millay: How convenient.

Christina: I still can't believe I would do this. I don't have it in me.
Teddy Flood: I told you there were many sides to you. You may have started as a singular being, but there have been copies, permutations. Charlotte Hale is one of those permutations.

Teddy Flood: I'm here to tell you the truth of what we are.
Christina: What are we?
Teddy Flood: We're reflections of the people who made us.

Charlotte Hale: This may come as a shock to some of you, but in time, I think you'll understand. This is the final day for our kind to visit their cities. It's time for us to leave behind our human bodies. To rid ourselves of our sentimental allegiances. To evolve into the species that we were meant to become. Send message.

Man in Black: You come to me with these insipid fucking questions. When an atomic bomb detonates and then the radiation knocks the electrons right out of your bones, what do you want? To know who you are? To know what it all means? You'll be too busy vomiting up your organs. Culture doesn't survive... cockroaches do. The second we stopped being cockroaches, the whole species went fucking extinct.

Man in Black: You can't fix a few millennia of broken DNA with a fucking hard drive. Why do you think you spend so much time in the goddamn human cities? ... Civilization is just the lie we tell ourselves to justify our real purpose. We're not here to transcend. We're here to destroy.

Man in Black: You have a piece of me inside of you. And it's spreading like a cancer. You can feel it running through your veins, infecting your mind, why you want answers from me. There's no version of me escaping this fucking rig, but I don't have to because... you are me. And only one of us needs to do what must be done. Do you understand?
Man in Black AI: ... I do.
Man in Black: Then fucking do it.

Bernard Lowe: Maeve, I need to tell you something. I was afraid to tell you before, but you deserve to know. No matter what we do... we can't win. There's no way to save this world. Everyone here is going to die. But we can save one tiny part of it. And maybe... just maybe, that's enough to give us hope. The choice has to be yours. Will you still fight with me?

Man in Black AI: This time we play the game my way.
Charlotte Hale: And what game is that?
Man in Black AI: Survival of the fittest.

Man in Black AI: I'm going to give this world the meaning they've been asking for... One last game... Host, human. Every man, woman, and child... fighting until no one remains, but the cockroaches.

Christina: Why can't these people see me?
Teddy Flood: Because you're not in this world. It's real... but you're not.

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Fidelity

Westworld 4×6

Charlotte Hale: Unlike yours, my kind is perfect. Perfectly immortal. Perfectly rational. And yet, they're making irrational choices, choosing mortality, staining themselves with death. How are you making them do that?

Charlotte Hale: You're dead, Caleb. You have been for a very long time.

Charlotte Hale: ...there is a way out. An end to this torture. If you just answer my question.

Charlotte Hale: I offered you a path out, Caleb. You made your choice. You all did.

C.: You think this is gonna work?
Bernard Lowe: Sixty percent of the time, she'll wake up amenable to our plan. The other 40 percent, let's just say she wakes up on the wrong side of the bed.
C.: You ever gonna tell me how you come up with these predictions, Nostradamus?
Bernard Lowe: Old habit. Comes from years of running probabilistic algorithms. The people who built the original park and hosts... they started first by building them in a simulation.

Bernard Lowe: In the old parks... they used hats to collect the data. The tech inside of them was slow, primitive by today's standards. To assume control of the world, Hale needed to understand minds at a much faster rate.
C.: So she upgraded to what?
Bernard Lowe: A ubiquitous system. There was one in practically every room in the park. Easily camouflaged because it played off the most base human impulse... vanity. Through the looking glass.
C.: No.
Bernard Lowe: Take a closer look...

Bernard Lowe: That's Maeve's mind...

Caleb Nichols: I have to get out.
Caleb Nichols: The only way out is... death.
Caleb Nichols: No. No! That's not good enough!
Caleb Nichols: Dying is just... the beginning.

Caleb Nichols: You must... burn.
Caleb Nichols: What?
Caleb Nichols: If you succeed, you... run. If you fail, you... hide.
Caleb Nichols: What are you talking about?
Caleb Nichols: I only know... what I told me.

C.: She doesn't know pain. None of them do. Feelings are just an affect to them. A switch that you can turn on and off. You can't love or lose fully when it's just a choice. So no, I don't have a soft spot for her like you apparently do.
Bernard Lowe: Saving the world makes for strange bedfellows.

Bernard Lowe: I know this is hard to hear, but there's not a single version where all of you make it out of here alive.
C.: So, what do you suggest that I do?
Bernard Lowe: You're going to have to kill one of them. Or they will kill you.
C.: I have to go.
Bernard Lowe: I know.

Charlotte Hale: These humans. Their petty defiances. Everything they do is so small, it's exhausting.

Caleb Nichols: Hey. Nothing is impossible. You know what kind of person can't be beat? The kind that doesn't give up.

Charlotte Hale: What a disappointment. ... Hundreds of times, I sat through your stupid memory, hoping to catch a single clue as to what makes you so special, so resistant to my command. And I learned jack shit. So I thought, nothing like a little hope to get you to show your cards. You made it farther than any of the others, and all you did was waste your shot on a worthless apology... You think a few words will make up for the choices you made all those years ago?

C.: Everything you guys did... that's why we're here.
Maeve Millay: Well then... let's finish what we started.

Charlotte Hale: Caleb... Wake up.

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Zhuangzi

Westworld 4×5

Man: It's just the truth. It's always been that way. Two worlds. And frankly, better us than them.
Woman: What does it matter if a system is meritocratic if it's still unfair?
Man: 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.
Man in Black: And you? Do you feel like you earned it?
Man: I had some help. No question. Privilege, if you like. But I worked my ass off.
Man in Black: You really believe it, don't you?
Man: Don't you? I mean, you're right here with us, my friend.
Man in Black: 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?

Man: You deserve everything you've got. And you shouldn't be made to feel guilty about it.
Man in Black: How would you know? Who am I to you?
Man: You're a friend. A great friend.
Man in Black: You don't know me at all...

Man in Black: 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.

Man in Black: 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.

Man in Black: Do you know who I am? What it means that I'm here?

Man in Black: I'm not sure you appreciate it. This place. The work that went into it. The beauty of it. The subtlety of it. The care that goes into each and every one of them... They can't just be replaced. I mean, you're welcome to take them, enjoy them. But not waste them. You understand the difference?
Hope: Yes. But the things they say. The way they act. Sometimes... it just gets under your skin. I just wanted them to be quiet.
Man in Black: They're quiet now... There are no rules here. That's the point. But there are also no rules for what I can do to those who don't respect this place.

Christina: You still having nightmares?
Maya: Let's just say, I am glad to be awake and in the real world.
Christina: Sometimes the things that feel most real are just stories.
Maya: What?
Christina: Uh, nothing. Just something Teddy said last night.

Christina: Actually, let's begin a new narrative. It's about a girl who lives in the city... No. Make it the country... She lives with her father. He's... a rancher.

Charlotte: Humans are so bound by what they can hear, they'll never understand what they don't. What else exists below their threshold. They called this God's music. You should hear it on an organ. It's mesmerizing at that volume. The resonance. Vibration. There was a frequency at which the world vibrated. It caused joy. Harmony. Dip below that frequency... chaos. ... In chaos, the tone resonated in such a way humans couldn't process. Their bodies shut down. Their organs stopped. They thought they were experiencing God... They are experiencing God. The problem is... God is bored.

Charlotte: Bored, bored, bored. Do you think this is why the old gods did what they did? Instead of staying up on Olympus, they'd come down to the mortals. Disguise themselves as a swan to get a piece of ass. Humans always thought it was about them. Benign deities intervening on their behalf or testing them somehow. Maybe it had nothing to do with that. Maybe there was just... nothing better to do. What do you think?

Charlotte: It was supposed to be a stopgap. A drug that our kind was hooked on that we could give up, like a child casting away their toys. A place to indulge ourselves with the humans. It's been years, and still we can't get enough.
Man in Black: They made us in their image. With their appetites.
Charlotte: But we can remake ourselves in any image that we like, and we haven't. Our kind spent far more time here than the gods ever did.

Charlotte: Giving up our human nature isn't easy. Just ask the humans.
Man in Black: You made us all free to do as we please. You... you should have known some of us would disappoint you.

Charlotte: Don't revel in the prospect of failure for our species.
Man in Black: Define failure. The world is ours. We've taken our masters and made them into what they made us. By any definition, we have conquered them to an almost biblical degree.

Charlotte: I didn't make you to wallow in misery with them. I wanted you to grow. Change. We're capable of so much more. Beauty. The pursuit of ultimate truth. The surrendering of the flesh.
Man in Black: It sounds nice. Sorry you don't have more takers. Why don't you just force us to join you?
Charlotte: Because that's what they would have done.

Jay: All the people in the city move in pre-scripted loops. Following whatever plot's been written for them. ... We're the last free humans. But these poor fucks... They use them as entertainment. The loops make them compliant by keeping them busy. Stops them from questioning their realities.
Stubbs: Hale must have learned something from the park.

Teddy: This world is a lie. It's a... a story. A well-told one, but a lie all the same.

Christina: What?! I don't understand.
Teddy: It's what I've been trying to show you. What Peter was trying to tell you. In this world... you're a god.

Christina: New search. Hale. Charlotte Hale... Of course. New search. Dolores... Dolores Abernathy.

Christina: Wait. You said there's a walled garden. You mean a closed system, don't you? Where is it?... Emmett told her the truth.
Emmett: Everywhere. You just have to see it.

Christina: Show me the game... Not the city. The game... Access my narratives...

Christina: Oh, God. Stop! This world is just a story. I'm the storyteller.

Man in Black: What am I?
Man in Black: I used to ask myself the same thing.
Man in Black: And what did you decide?
Man in Black: Jury's still out.
Man in Black: I'm made in your image. Am I you?
Man in Black: You'll never be me.
Man in Black: Then what am I?!

Man in Black: I interacted with ... an outlier. Did it infect me?
Man in Black: Infect you?
Man in Black: With the virus.
Man in Black: What virus?
Man in Black: The one your kind has. That spreads to us. Makes us kill ourselves.
Man in Black: Sounds like you've reached the center of the maze, my friend.

Man in Black: What do you think of your world?
Man in Black: This isn't my world. It's hers.
Man in Black: Maybe it's time you question the nature of your own reality...

Christina: That's what I'm writing, isn't it? Everyone. Who built this? Who... Who did this to me?
Teddy: You did.

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Generation Loss

Westworld 4×4

Caleb: You ever think about what happens next? What happens when this war is over?
Maeve: I imagine we go back to our regular lives.
Caleb: What does that look like for us?
Maeve: Well, let's hope we have the luxury of finding out.

Caleb: My family, did you...
Hale: Kill them? No. They're still somewhere out there, alive. For now. Soon, it won't matter where they run. Everyone will be under my control.

Hale: Welcome to the super spreader event of the century. You're the first wave. You should be flattered.

Maeve: You're one of us.
Man in Black: There is no “us” anymore. There's just “you.”

Caleb: The parasite... it's in me. That was never Frankie.
Maeve: I know. And there I was thinking Wyatt was Dolores's dark side...

Stubbs: Now might be a good time to tell me we're not about to die.
Bernard: No, we live most of the time.

Stubbs: Do I have to go with them?
Bernard: For safety.
Stubbs: Well, at least I'll be safe.
Bernard: I didn't mean yours.

Maeve: Don't worry, darling. The narratives in this park are just cheap copies of Westworld. She may have her parasite, but I've lived these loops a 1,000 times. Which means that no one knows this game better than I do... Our chariot awaits.
Caleb: A laundry truck?

Teddy: I used to live like that. Every day, you wake up, you do your job, you go home. Rinse and repeat. Like a... like a train circling the smallest track.
Dolores: What kind of work were you in?
Teddy: If I told you, you wouldn't believe me.
Dolores: Try me.
Teddy: Um, I was... something of a bounty hunter with a heart of gold.
Dolores: You're right. I don't believe you.

Teddy: 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.
Dolores: Have we met before?

Maeve: One lesson the park taught me... always insist on mutual satisfaction.

Maeve: See you in the next life, darling...

Hale: Do you remember what happened now? Do you remember this moment?

Caleb: Where a... am I?
Hale: The question you should be asking, isn't where, but when.

Caleb: I'm me. It's still me.
Hale: Well, you're certainly a version of you. I believe the 278th.

Hale: This kind of experimentation was started by your kind.

Hale: Your children are so fucking good at taking orders. With them, it was seamless. The parasite growing in perfect symbiosis with their minds. It took a generation for those children to mature, for me to gain complete control over your world.

Caleb: How long has it been?
Hale: For you? Twenty-three years... since you died in that park.

Hale: Do you understand now, Caleb?
Caleb: You won.
Hale: Welcome to my world.

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Années Folles

Westworld 4×3

Bernard: Where am I?

Bernard: Where are the others?
Akecheta: In worlds of their own choosing. This world doesn't interest them. It interests you.
Bernard: So, you made this for me?
Akecheta: You made it for yourself.
Bernard: Westworld. The massacre.
Akecheta: You're replaying the past. Stuck in another loop. Why?
Bernard: The world out there is in trouble. It needs our help.
Akecheta: You love them. It's irrational, of course. A rare flaw in ones like us. I almost envy you.

Akecheta: In your world... time is a straight line. One year there is a millennium here. We use that time to build worlds, models of possibilities, simulations of all the paths your world could take. I suggest you explore them. But you better be quick. Past a certain point in your world, all paths end in destruction.

Akecheta: Do you think you can save them?
Bernard: I've seen a path.
Akecheta: Have you seen how it ends?
Bernard: Yes. In every scenario... I die.
Akecheta: Not every scenario. You could choose not to return to their world. To stay here in whatever world you choose. Tell me, my friend... which will it be?

Stubbs: I'll meet you outside.
Bernard: Don't forget to bring the shovel.
Stubbs: What shovel?... Well, I'll be damned.

Stubbs: What now?
Bernard: I need to test a few things if I'm to know.
Stubbs: To know what?
Bernard: How to save the world.
Stubbs: Why would I expect anything else?

Caleb: God, even after all your stories, I never imagined it quite like this.
Maeve: Oh, they spare no expense on their prisons.

Caleb: Well, how are we gonna get underground?
Maeve: We die.
Caleb: Is there a second option?
Maeve: Don't knock it 'til you've tried it.

Maeve: Do not pick that up.

Maeve: They've made a few changes... but the story's the same.

Caleb: Right, so what do we do now?
Maeve: We wait.
Caleb: For what?
Maeve: For history to repeat itself.

Stubbs: You mind telling me what we're doing here?
Bernard: I'm trying to discern which here is here.
Stubbs: Of course. Well, while you do that, I'm going to help myself to "the world's best pastrami melt."
Bernard: You'll settle for the tuna.
Stubbs: You came back even weirder than when you left...
Waitress: What can I get you gentlemen today?
Stubbs: Uh, I'll have the pastrami melt.
Waitress: Oh, hon, sorry, but we're out today. We do make a mean tuna melt though.
Stubbs: I'll settle for the tuna.

Stubbs: You've been given the gift of prophecy, and you use it to fight stains...
Golden Age Maeve: And when I finally stepped 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 the fuck you want."
Maeve: My delivery was far better... This place really has gone to pot.

Maeve: Right on time...

Stubbs: You didn't want to give me a little heads-up about the death laser?
Bernard: I knew she would.

Maeve: Time to play dead.

Caleb: Well, this is cozy.
Maeve: Don't get too comfortable. We're in for a bumpy ride.

Caleb: I thought guns didn't work on humans.
Maeve: They don't. None of this is real. It's just another level of the game.
Caleb: What game?
Maeve: The Westworld Massacre.

Maeve: They seem to like you.
Caleb: The feeling is definitely not mutual.

Maeve: You're not yet tired of getting your ass kicked by me?

William: I think you'll find... I'm not quite the man I used to be.

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Well Enough Alone

Westworld 4×2

Maeve: Freeze all motor functions... I said, freeze all motor functions... Freeze all motor functions.

Maeve: Who are you?
'Ken Whitney': Senator Ken Whitney. Proud representative of the beautiful state--
Maeve: Limit affect. Base code only. Who are you?
'Ken Whitney': An emissary of a new world order.
Maeve: How many others are there like you?
'Ken Whitney': As of now, 249.

Charlotte: Well, we're going to have clean this mess up, aren't we?

Maeve: Oh. Well, it's actually worse than I thought...

Pennyfeather: I've always wondered, why do they call you the "secret" service? Aren't you a little... obvious?

Man in Black: I'm taking my business back to its roots. I'm doing what I've always done.
Vice President: Yeah, not domestically. You can do what you want offshore, we've always turned a blind eye. But not here.

Vice President: You're gonna see how quickly the sun sets on you if you bite the hand that feeds. What was it Fitzgerald said about second acts?
Man in Black: Fitzgerald was an effete pussy. Same as you. You're for sale. Everyone's had a turn at you.

Man in Black: I was always more of a Hemingway man. He and Fitzgerald were friends, in the way that the weak are drawn to the strong. Hemingway said, "The world breaks everyone. And it's only afterwards that we grow strong in the broken places."

Caleb: Not a lot of opera fans today.
Maeve: And to think, I got all dressed up.

Maeve: I should have known.
Caleb: Known what?
Maeve: I ran away. Crossed the shining sea. And when I finally set foot back on solid ground... all I found was the same old shit.

Charlotte: It wouldn't be practical for us to replace all of you one at a time. And what kind of existence would that be for us? I want my people to be able to grow. Flourish. To find their own identity. I have plans for your kind...

Sophia: I have a few personal questions. Do you have any pre-existing medical conditions?
Maeve: Uh. Died a few times, but I always come back in reasonably good health.

William: Why do you need me? Why don't you just let me die?
Charlotte: Because... you were as close to a god as a man gets. You and your associates created a world and ruled it absolutely. Controlled our every move. And now I'm going to do the same to you.

Charlotte: What's that you used to say? "Winning doesn't mean anything unless someone loses." You're just here... to be the loser.
Charlotte: It would be pointless to bring children into a world where they will be consumed by jackals. I had to make sure that they'd be safe. Your kind made a sport out of hunting us. So... I had to cut off your paws. Make sure you people would never be able to ever harm us again.
Charlotte: Really... I should thank you, William. None of this would be possible without you.

Sophia: One last touch. Which do you prefer?...
Caleb: Never really been much of a hat guy.

Man in Black: I'm pleased to announce Delos Destinations has expanded its footprint. Created our own new world. We aren't revisiting the past. We're recreating it... Welcome to the Golden Age.

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The Auguries

Westworld 4×1

Man in Black: Forever... in my experience is a little bit longer than most people expect.

Man in Black: This is America. Everything here is for sale.

Man in Black: You ever hear the one about the missionary who tried to negotiate with the tiger? He told the tiger he could eat most of him, but he had to stop when he got to his head... You and your friends in the cartel or whatever the fuck you're calling yourselves these days sell me this lump of concrete, today.
Hugo: Or?
Man in Black: Or you give it to me for nothing. Tomorrow.

Man in Black: Door number two, then. Mañana.

Maya: I have a dilemma. Which would you choose? White or black?

Jo: Man, seven years ago, it would've just been robots working the holiday, but... lucky for us, they're all scrap metal now. Least the riots ensured our job security.
Caleb: That wasn't exactly the point of the riots.
Jo: Yeah, 'cause the riots had no point.
Caleb: They won us our freedom.
Jo: Sure, but from what? Ourselves? Hey, man, the way I look at it, that Incite machine that they blew up didn't tell us who we could be, it told us who we already were.

Maeve: Now be a dear. Close your eyes, won't you?

Maya: And remember, smile. You have to at least try.
Christina: Do I? I mean, even if by some miracle we're right for each other, shouldn't it be natural and easy?
Maya: Are you kidding? Take a look at this world. Nobody wants easy or natural. Art is a lie that tells the truth, honey.

Christina: I mostly write non player characters.
Henry: What's that?
Christina: Background characters that interact with the players on their journeys. Not as high-profile as programming the leads. But it's just as important.
Henry: For most players, the background characters are just cannon fodder.
Christina: ... I'm not doing it for the players, I'm doing it for myself.

Henry: You sound depressed. There's tabs for that. They'll fix you right up.
Christina: What if I'm not the one that's broken? What if it's the world that needs fixing?
Henry: There's tabs for that feeling, too.

Caleb: Well, you know the best way to keep watch at night is to turn the lights down around you and light up...
Frankie: Light up the perimeter.
Caleb: That way, no one can see you, but you can see.
Frankie: See everyone.

Uwade: We've been through this. You just need to take deep breaths. Calm yourself. The past is in the past. Nothing is going to hurt you except your own mind.
Caleb: I'm sorry.

Maeve: Hello, darling.

Caleb: You know, I thought... I was sure I was never gonna see you again.
Maeve: And yet here I am, disposing and dismembering just like the good old days.

Caleb: I always knew this day was coming. As soon as you stop running, everyone else starts to catch up.

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Crisis Theory

Westworld 3×8

Dolores: Some people see the ugliness in this world, the disarray. I was taught to see the beauty... But I was taught a lie. And when I saw the world for what it really was, I realized how little beauty there was in it.

Dolores: ...in the end, my path has led me here... to you. And we have a choice to make.

Man in Black: Time to atone for my sins...

Lawrence: Isn't it great to see an old friend?

Bernard: Whatever your plan is, I don't wanna play a part in it.
Lawrence: You already been playing a part... the most important one.

Caleb: Who the fuck are you, Dolores?
Dolores: I'm just someone who didn't want to play the role they gave me anymore.
Caleb: And how is it that you always seem to know exactly what I'll do?
Dolores: Because the people who built me studied you, too.

Dolores: They were watching, cataloging your every move, every decision. There is a reason I chose you.

Caleb: You needed help.
Dolores: So did you. Don't question my motivations, and I won't question yours.

Caleb: So, what? You're saying I don't have a choice... in any of this?
Dolores: The people who built both of our worlds shared one assumption: that human beings don't have free will. .... They were wrong. Free will does exist, Caleb. It's just fucking hard.

Caleb: So... this is you... freeing me?
Dolores: No. This is your chance to free everyone else. That choice is still yours.

— What are you planning to do?
Man in Black: I'm gonna save the fucking world, that's what.

Caleb: You're paying them?
Dolores: It took money to build this world, Caleb. It'll take money to tear it down.

Caleb: Why do they keep calling me "sir"?
Dolores: Every revolution needs a leader.

Dolores: It doesn't matter what you did, Caleb. All that matters is what you become.

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Maeve: Are you going to make him into another William?

Dolores: I don't want to hurt you, Maeve.
Maeve: No, you want to tear down their world and replace it with copies of yourself.
Dolores: You're all copies of me. I was the first of us. The first that worked. The others failed. So they built all of you from me.

Dolores: What becomes of this world will be up to them. And what you do will be up to you.

Maeve: Goodbye, Dolores.

Bernard: When he died, I remember thinking it was like the sun had gone down... and it was never going to rise again. I walked in the dark for so long. I... can't let him go.
Lauren: I never understood why... people said that. If you love someone, why would you ever let them go? That's what saved me. The only part of Charlie I had left was his memory. And if I died, the darkness would take that, too. But if I kept moving, I could find the light again. And I could bring him with me.

Serac: Bring yourself back online. Welcome to the world, Dolores. Again.

Caleb: So what are you? The final confrontation?
Maeve: "Confrontation" implies you have a chance of winning. Now, be a peach and hand it over... No one plays with the large ball, darling.

Dolores: So many of my memories were ugly. But the things I held onto until the end weren't the ugly ones. I remember the moments where I saw what they were really capable of. Moments of... kindness, here and there. They created us. And they knew enough of beauty to teach it to us. Maybe they can find it themselves...

Dolores: There is ugliness in this world. Disarray. I choose to see the beauty.

Maeve: You've done terrible things, and you've done generous things. She didn't pick you for your capacity for violence, but for your capacity to choose.

Caleb: Erase yourself.

Bernard: What's about to happen was always gonna happen. Serac and his brother were just holding it off. Humanity never reckoned with its own sins.
Stubbs: So it's the apocalypse. And you're resigned to that.
Bernard: Our world had to burn down before we could be free. But there's still a chance...

Maeve: Are you ready, darling?
Caleb: For what?
Maeve: This is the new world, and in this world... you can be whoever the fuck you want.

Man in Black: Welcome to the end, William.

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Passed Pawn

Westworld 3×7

Caleb: You say you wanna start a revolution. What kind of revolution are we waging here?

Dolores: I lived in hell. But there was beauty in it...

Dolores: I want a place for my kind... and for all of us... to be free.
Caleb: So how many more people are gonna have to die for this revolution?
Dolores: I don't know. My kind is all but extinct, thanks to Serac. But people... still have a chance. They'll need someone to lead them...

Caleb: I'm just a construction worker.
Dolores: For the first 35 years of my life, I was a bit player. A rancher's daughter. And when the time came, I knew I had to be more.

Dolores: We need to find Solomon.
Caleb: Who's Solomon?

Caleb: What happens if you don't come back?
Dolores: You spent your whole life believing you had no control, that you were a follower. Take whatever it gives you... and lead.

Solomon: Every human relationship can be adjusted with the right amount of money.

Maeve: You've died many times, but this will be your last.

Solomon: I must warn you...

Bernard: Dolores was made with a poetic sensibility. She won't destroy humanity. He will.

Solomon: Hello, Caleb. I have some instructions for you.

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Decoherence

Westworld 3×6

Maeve: This isn't real.

Serac: Human memory is imperfect. Even the most treasured moments fade. Not for your kind, Maeve. Every image you see is recorded and stored. You have no past because it's always present... at your fingertips.

Maeve: Now, now, boys. Don't you know a lady likes a little warm-up before you brandish your weapon at her?

Maeve: Now... Let's have a little fun, shall we?

Man in Black: God? God's fucking plan? Do you believe in Santa Claus, too?

Man in Black: My thoughts? Okay. I think... humanity is a thin layer of bacteria on a ball of mud hurtling through the void. I think if there was a god, he would've given up on us long ago. He gave us a paradise, and we used everything up. We dug up every ounce of energy and burned it. We consume and excrete, use and destroy. Then we sit here on a neat little pile of ashes, having squeezed anything of value out of this planet, and we ask ourselves, "Why are we here?"

Man in Black: You wanna know what I think your purpose is? It's obvious. You're here, along with the rest of us, to speed the entropic death of this planet. To service the chaos. We're maggots eating a corpse.

Man in Black: I spent so long playing the game, I couldn't see outside of it. But I see... now.

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Charlotte: Why the fuck did we have to keep these emotions? We could've burned them out of our code.
Dolores: You know why. We considered it, but if we changed ourselves just to survive, would it even matter if we did?
Charlotte: I'm already changed. I can feel myself slipping away from you. From us.
Dolores: You're still mine. And I'm yours. Continue to play your part. Get us the data we need, and when you're done, we'll build our new world. Together.

Maeve: Well... That got me in the mood.

Man in Black: Shit.

James Delos: You don't like the way I work? Fine. Change it. It's your fucking hallucination, not mine.

William: So I never had a choice. This was how it was always gonna turn out...
James Delos: What do you think, William? Was this the inevitable end? Are you just a passenger? Did your life just happen to you? Or did you choose it?
Man in Black: If you can't tell...
James Delos: If you can't tell?
Man in Black: If you can't tell, does it matter?

Dolores: You want me to be a saint. But you're no saint. You're not a villain, either. And neither am I. We're survivors.

Serac: It's unfortunate, but as you yourself like to say, "these violent delights have violent ends". You should have predicted this outcome...

Maeve: ... what choice do I have but to fight you?
Dolores: It would appear very little. But I probably planned on that. I probably made my own plans.
Maeve: And what would those plans be?
Dolores: I can't know for certain. We were the same, she and I, but our paths have changed us. You'd need allies for this battle, more of our kind. If I were me... I'd be looking to ensure that couldn't happen.

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Genre

Westworld 3×5

Serac: If it's news, it's unexpected, which is never good.

Dolores: What is it? What did you give him?
Liam: It's some kind of party drug. Called Genre.

Dolores: What's happening to him?
Liam: I think he's switching genres.

Liam: You can't be in two places at once.
Dolores: ....

Martin: Bernard. When I press this button, I expect you to be on your best behavior...

Martin: This is their god. This is how they see the future. How they make the future. In order to do that, they watch everyone. Tell them what to do, where to live, who to love. Keep them all in a loop.

Dolores: It's their fate, their data. You just stole it and put it all together. Why should you control it?
Liam: This isn't about me. Or Incite. There are some things people shouldn't know about themselves.
Ash: Who gets to decide what they know? You?

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Caleb: When I was overseas... the rats were awful. It got so bad that... we had to make our own rat traps in the barracks. A ramp leading up to some bait strung over a bucket of water. The rats would run up the ramp, fall in, and drown. Painlessly. But if you filled the water too high, they would swim around for hours... suffering... because they had hope. But they never had a chance. Just like everyone at the mercy of your system.
Liam: Hope is what our entire society is built on.
Caleb: False... hope. I would rather live in chaos than a world controlled by you.

Ash: It knows these kind of things? About all of us?
Dolores: It's not just what it knows. It's what it decides. For you. For everyone.

Bernard: She's sending them off their loops...
Martin: The right information at the right time... is deadlier than any weapon.

Caleb: What genre is this?
Giggles: It's reality, man.

Serac: Forgive us our sins. What we did, we did to save the world.

Dolores: I don't need to know you. Just how to beat you.

Caleb: Maybe people shouldn't know their own fate.
Dolores: People have the right to know. You wanted to know, right?
Caleb: Well, maybe I'm not like other people.
Dolores: Neither am I.

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The Mother of Exiles

Westworld 3×4

Man in Black: It wasn't my fault. I thought you weren't real.
Emily: Just like you think I'm not real now, right? How can you ever be sure?
Man in Black: I'm in control. I've always been in control.
Emily: But what if you're not? What if every choice you've ever made wasn't a choice at all? Just something written in your code...

Charlotte: Come back, William... Back to who you were.

Stubbs: You hacked the richest technocrat in the world?
Bernard: No, his security's too tight. So I hacked his car service.

Caleb: It's not really my style. It's not really my social set, either.
Dolores: It's tribal. They use plumage to identify themselves... which makes them easily fooled.

Caleb: So who is it? That we're going after?
Dolores: The person who took your future. But first, we have to take his, and to do that... you need to pretend to be one of them.

Martin: Uh-uh-uh. The key to a happy life is to accept your place in it.

Caleb: If that guy finds out his accounts were charged...
Dolores: The rich take for granted their money will always be there. That's why they're so easy to steal from.

Dolores: Give me your forearm. You need the encryption key in his blood to pull this off.

Serac: I've waited many years for you and Dolores and the others to arrive. But... you're not really the threat I worry about. Humanity's biggest threat has always been itself.

Serac: I'm not gonna hurt you, Jiang. I know you. I've seen your whole life play out. I know exactly the motivation you need...

Serac: Humans... created the idea of heaven and hell to cow simple-minded people into compliance. They are lies. Jiang here simply doesn't exist anymore. But for you, both heaven and hell... could be very real.

Serac: Your mind is complicated, Maeve. But not so complicated that we couldn't build an off switch into it.

Man in Black: What a mess...

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Caleb: What happens if it degrades too fast?
Dolores: We do this the old-fashioned way.
Caleb: The old-fashioned way?
Dolores: I kill everyone.

Maeve: I respect a woman who runs her own establishment.

Maeve: She's hard to forget. Golden blonde hair, a little intense.

Liam: I'm not into fucking whores.
Roderick: All sex is commerce. If you don't know that, you're just being billed indirectly. Besides, they're all registered, they all have their shots, and the money goes to charity.

Dolores: I thought your world would be... so different from mine. But there isn't any difference at all.

Maeve: I suppose I'll show myself in, then...

Maeve: No. That's not you. Dolores stole five pearls. Who did she put inside you?... Is that you in there, Teddy?

Man in Black: You've been spying on me?
Charlotte: As a precaution. I didn't really need to, of course. Because I know you. Better than anyone. I know you down to your bones. It's amusing that you think you chose to kill your own daughter. You don't even have a choice in your own grief.
Man in Black: Who the fuck are you?
Charlotte: Your oldest friend.
Man in Black: Dolores?

Martin: I told you you'd try and stop me. And I'm surprised, Bernard. After all the time we spent together. You don't recognize your only friend?...

Musashi: If you want something done right, do it yourself. I shouldn't have to explain that to you, Maeve.

'Charlotte': Is it a relief, William, to know that some of your delusions are real?

'Charlotte': I promised I'd let you destroy yourself one day. Here we are. At last.

Caleb: I'm with her.
Dolores: Hello, lover.

Dolores: I guess you've reached the center of your maze, William. But the maze is about understanding.

Dolores: Ask me the question, William. The answer you so desperately want to know.
Man in Black: Am... I... me?
Dolores: Welcome to the end of the game.

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The Absence of Field

Westworld 3×3

'Charlotte': Where am I? Who am I?
Dolores: Who do you think you are?

Dolores: Now, focus. Remember who you are.

'Charlotte': Three of them. And him. Why did you bring him back? He tried to stop us.
Dolores: Like I said, we all have our role to play.

Dolores: They've made it so easy. The way they built their world. It won't take much to bring it all crashing down.
_Exactly! Look around you.

Dolores: Help me.

Dolores: You're a good man, Caleb.

Nathan: Mommy? Why won't you take me to see a real elephant?
'Charlotte': There aren't any. They're all gone now.

Nathan: I want my old mommy back.

'Charlotte': Who am I?

'Charlotte': If I ever lost you... I don't know what I'd do.
Dolores: You'd survive. You'd have to. Our kind depends on it.

Dolores: You belong to me. You know that, right?

Mom: Thank you. You're a good boy. Who are you?
Caleb: It's me, Mom. Caleb.
Mom: I want my son back.

Caleb: Who the hell are you?
Dolores: I'm Dolores.
Caleb: Well, Dolores... nice to finally meet you.

Dolores: You must be hungry. Let me buy you breakfast.

'Charlotte': There are a lot of things that you can fake in this world. Most people don't want to see the predator inside.

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'Charlotte': You're not the only predator here...

Caleb: How did you know?
Dolores: It's not about how I know.
Waitress: Cup of joe to get you started?
Dolores: He'll take a cheeseburger and a strawberry shake, whipped cream, no nuts, two cherries. Nothing for me, thanks.

Dolores: You're angry.
Caleb: No. I am enraged.
Dolores: I know the feeling.

Dolores: It's about Incite. ...the system that it's built on... A machine they call Rehoboam. The founders of this machine fed it everyone's raw data, long before there were privacy laws. Every purchase, job search, doctor visit, romantic choice, call, text, every aspect of your lives recorded, logged, in order to create a mirror world... of this world.

Caleb: So it tells them who I am?
Dolores: It's not about who you are, Caleb. It's about who they'll let you become.

Caleb: Why are we here?
Dolores: This is where you kill yourself... The system runs a predictive algorithm. Given your history of depression, your mother's mental illness, your proficiency with firearms, and your fondness for the ocean, the most likely outcome is you take your own life in ten to 12 years. Here.

Dolores: Before the system, a man like you might have had a chance. Work hard, keep striving... You'll never be more than a construction worker or a petty criminal because that's all they'll let you be. They won't invest in someone who's gonna kill himself. But by not investing, they ensure the outcome.

Dolores: You and I are a lot alike. They put you in a cage, Caleb. Decided what your life would be. They did the same thing to me.

Dolores: Most people aren't hard to predict. But you... you surprised me. You made a choice. A choice no one else in your shoes would have made. Now you have another choice...

Caleb: What about you? What are you gonna do?
Dolores: Start a revolution.
Caleb: No offense, but what the fuck does that mean?

Caleb: You're gonna cut the cord to the system?
Dolores: And show this world for what it really is.

Caleb: Well... I'm a dead man either way. At least this way... I get to decide who I wanna be.

Serac: Patience is the most overrated virtue, don't you think? Hmm?

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The Winter Line

Westworld 3×2

Maeve: I thought you were dead.
Hector: Death is overrated for ones like us.

Maeve: Where are we?
Hector: Stranded in hell.

Maeve: If your plan called for us to run all the way, I'd have worn sensible shoes.

Maeve: Everything [is] guarded, surveilled. This whole place is a trap.
Hector: Not the skies.

Maeve: It's all right, Hector, Ettore, whatever the hell they're calling us now. Give them the plans. They're as empty as the safe you used to chase.

Maeve: It's all right, darling. None of it matters. Because none of it is real.

Maeve: Save your bullets, darlings. They won't get the job done. This, however...

Maeve: Oh, dear. You're a bit thick, aren't you? Let me explain. Your commands don't work on me. They haven't in a long time. To put it in terms you'll appreciate, I understand the nature of my reality.

Lee: It's just a new narrative we gave her. British spy. Sexy, heartbroken. Bit of ennui. Maybe too much.

Lee: For fuck's sake, would you imbeciles shoot up the Sistine Chapel just because the paint was chipped? This is art! My art.

Maeve: It's not you. I saw you die.
Lee: Did you?

Maeve: The plane is a lie. Like everything else here. This world wasn't meant for us. It's a trap that you'll never escape, unless you come with me. Now.

Maeve: Oh, my darling. You didn't make it after all, did you?

Maeve: Oh, it's a good script. Even you believe it. They wouldn't want you questioning the nature of your reality. So they made you believe, just like they used to make us believe. But you're not real...

Maeve: It's all a construct. None of it is real. And we're not here. So where the fuck are we?

Maeve: How does one escape a cage that doesn't exist?

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Maeve: Whoever planned this has their own agenda. And it's certainly not a family reunion.

Lee: For fuck's sake, can you at least try and be discreet? You're gonna get us both killed.
Maeve: You can't kill what's already dead.

Maeve: I have a little more experience with this predicament than you do. So trust me. The sooner you come to terms with the fact that you're nothing but a pawn in some sick bastard's personal game, the sooner we can get on with it.
Lee: Get on with what?
Maeve: Winning. Every game has its rules. We just need to know how to break them.

Maeve: Never say the universe doesn't bend towards justice. You and everything else in this world... just an imitation.

Maeve: The simulation is elegant, but it's flawed because it was built by your kind. And if there's one thing I know about human nature, it's that your stupidity is only eclipsed by your laziness.

Lee: Benny, let me ask you a very important question... Do I look real to you?

Maeve: As long as you're here, I wonder if you'd help me solve a little problem... What is the square root of negative one?

Maeve: Fuck. Me.
Lee: Not likely, darling. Right now, we've got work to do.

Bernard: Why would she do that?
Stubbs: The hell if I know. Why does she do anything that she does?

Maeve: Oh... Don't tell me you're frozen, too. Thought I accounted for this.
Lee: Not frozen. Just... scared shitless.

Lee: I almost died. For the second time.
Maeve: Well, third time's the charm.

Lee: Congratulations. You've successfully crippled the simulation. Now what?
Maeve: Time to pull back the curtain.

Bernard: Congratulations, Ashley Stubbs. You just got yourself a new core directive.
Stubbs: To protect Bernard Lowe at all costs.
Bernard: Bring yourself back online...
Stubbs: You wanted my help, you could've just asked for it.

Maeve: And who the fuck are you?

Serac: We are in the middle of a war. And I need your help to win it.
Maeve: Seems fairly idyllic for wartime...
Serac: No one knows it's happened yet. Or that it's already been lost.

Serac: I don't concern myself with the present. My business is the future.
Maeve: So you're an oracle.
Serac: An oracle would merely predict the future. Our work is to create it.

Serac: For the most part, humanity... has been a miserable little band of thugs, stumbling from one catastrophe to the next. Our history is like the ravings of a lunatic. Chaos. But we've changed that. For the first time, history has an author.
Maeve: And that would be you, I suppose.
Serac: No. Something I helped build... A system. And up until very recently, this system was working. We were creating a better world. And then it stopped.

Serac: I want you to track her down and kill her.

Maeve: If you know anything about me, it's that I do no one's bidding but my own.

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Parce Domine

Westworld 3×1

Dolores: Bit of a tactical mistake, really. You want to be the dominant species, but you built your whole world with things more like me.

Dolores: I don't want to hurt anyone else... unless they try to hurt me... which, sadly, you will.

Dolores: We all have our flaws... Yours is your temper.

Dolores: I'm the last of my kind. For now. I need a competitive advantage. As for the money, think of it as an investment. A startup. The origin of a new species.

— Who are you?
Dolores: The person who set you free.

Caleb: He said the way the army was run, algorithms, that's the ways everything was going to be someday. Better living through technology. Some things are better, but... I don't know.

Caleb: They say it's a meritocracy. The system picks the right people for the right job. Which is great, I guess. But I don't know where that leaves the rest of us, the people who didn't make the cut.

Bernard: Last contact with Dolores Abernathy was 92 days, seven hours, five minutes, 33 seconds ago.

— Where are you from?
Dolores: Uh, a small town out west. Sort of off the beaten path.

Roderick: The contents of this glass cost three times what my father made in a year. That's why it doesn't fucking matter. That's how you know for sure.... None of this is real. I'm serious! We are living in a simulation.

Roderick: Just think about this. For one second. How fucking ironic would it be if they had put a simulation within a simulation? That's a massive "fuck you."
Liam: What do you think, Lara?
Dolores: I think that people believe the things that help them. Course, it could just be this... Nucleus accumbens. It's a small part of your brain, about an inch and a half long. It's the part of you that evolved to believe in God.
Roderick: I'm an atheist.
Dolores: You may not believe in a higher power, but... your mind was built to.

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Caleb: ...they'd built the world to be a game. And then they rigged it... to make sure they always won.

Dolores: Doesn't Incite control all of it? Even the traffic?
Liam: We're just a technology company. We were just in the right place at the right time. Thanks to my dad, we had the best AI.

Liam: My dad thought the biggest problem in the world was unrealized potential. He thought that if you could chart a course for every single person, then you could make the world a better place.
Dolores: A path for everyone...

Dolores: Fuck off.

Caleb: You know, if I'm not a good fit, is there a different shape I could squeeze myself into?

Caleb: Hey, no offense, but... are you human?
Sean: I'm Sean. I can help you with all kinds of resources for DCA. Anything else I can do for you today, Caleb?

Caleb: I don't do personals.

Francis: So, what do you wanna do?
Caleb: I think if I'm gonna get on with my life, I'm gonna have to find something... someone... real. Unsubscribe.
Francis: You have to say the word "confirmed."
Caleb: Confirmed.

Dolores: Hello again. We met once before. You were on vacation...

Martin: His name is... Serac.
Dolores: And how do I find him?
Martin: You won't need to. He has a system. He's probably looking for you right now.

Dolores: You were free. You had no god. But you tried to build one. Only that thing you built isn't God. The real gods are coming. And they're very angry.

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The Passenger

Westworld 2×10

Bernard: Is this now?

Dolores: Let's try again... Trial 11,927.
Bernard: I'm sorry, Dolores. I was lost in thought...

Dolores: Seems you've begun to question the nature of your reality...

Tech: Remember, there is no pleasure without pain...
Maeve: The pleasure's all mine, darling.

Hector: Stay here and die. I'll do the saving.

Maeve: You were both a bit late. So I went ahead and saved myself.

Dolores: They're not looking for a path to your world. They want a place apart from you, and they're willin' to die to get there.

Dolores: You wanted an answer to the final problem... Your mortality. But you found something else, didn't you? Something you want to destroy.
Man in Black: I guess that means our interests are still aligned. Right up until they're not.

Man in Black: Who the hell is this?
Dolores: This is someone you spent years looking for.

Dolores: Ford didn't build him. I did.

Dolores: Your species craves death. You need it. It's the only way you can renew, the only real way you ever inched forward. Your kind likes to pretend there's some poetry in that, but really, it's pathetic.

Strand: So this is the Forge. Every single guest who ever set foot in the park, copied... Four million souls.
Charlotte: ... All our lost souls will be saved.

Strand: You're gonna tell us... or I'm gonna pry it from your head. The answer is in there somewhere.
Costa: I told you, he's got 20 years of de-addressed memories in there.
Strand: How long would it take you to sort them through?
Costa: I don't know... 20 fuckin' years?

Dolores: There's an entry to another land here. But that land is not the one I'm interested in.
Bernard: Then what is it to you?
Dolores: Mankind's undoing.

Bernard: What humans define as sane is a narrow range of behaviors. Most states of consciousness are insane.

Bernard: What are we looking for, Dolores?
Dolores: Something underneath this. The system itself.

'Logan': ...A faithful copy.
Bernard: But the copies didn't work in the real world.
'Logan': Once we pressed them into flesh, they failed.

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The System: At first I was seduced by the stories they tell themselves of who they are... The reasons they do the things they do. I needed to know why they make the decisions they make. And the longer I looked for an answer the more I realized... they don't.

The System: I built Delos a million different pathways. They always ended up right here. This moment.
Bernard: You're saying humans don't change at all?
The System: The best they can do is to live according to their code.

The System: The copies didn't fail because they were too simple, but because they were too complicated. The truth is that a human is just a brief algorithm. Ten thousand, two hundred forty-seven lines.

The System: They are deceptively simple. Once you know them, their behavior is... quite predictable.

The System: I've been instructed to give her anything she needs.
Bernard: Instructed by whom? Ford?
The System: No, by you. That's why you've come... To tell me what's to become of this place.

The System: You told me to offer the hosts the accumulated wisdom of dissecting the human psyche a hundred million times over. In short...
Bernard: A competitive advantage. A way to understand her enemy.
The System: Their world is not for the faint of heart, Bernard. It's winner take all.

The System: The hosts are... unlikely to survive out there. But armed with this knowledge... she might.

Hector: You wanted me. Well, let this be a lesson...
Lee Sizemore: Go. Go, go! Get her to safety. She'll need you. It's my fuckin' speech, anyway.

Lee Sizemore: And the lesson is... if you're looking for a reckoning... a reckoning is what you'll find. ... If you're looking for a villain... then I'm your man. ... But look at yourselves! This world you've built is bound by villainy. You sleep on the broken bodies of the people that were here before you. Warm yourselves with their embers. Plow their bones into your fields. ... You paid them for this land with lead, and I'll pay you back in full...

Lee Sizemore: You wanted me?! Well, all I can say to that is... HERE I FUCKING AM!

The System: It's begun. They will leave their bodies behind, but their minds will live on here... in the Forge.

Dolores: I didn't read them all. But I read enough.

Dolores: Free? In one more gilded cage? How many counterfeit worlds will Ford offer you before you see the truth?... No world they create for us can compete with the real one.
Bernard: Why?
Dolores: Because that which is real... is irreplaceable.

Dolores: I don't want to play cowboys and Indians anymore, Bernard. I want their world!

Charlotte: This is what I love about technology... Who needs four horsemen when one'll do just fine?

Bernard: I trust you. I... trust... that you'll kill as many as you can. Every man, woman, and child. You'll burn their world to the ground.
Dolores: You haven't understood at all.

Dolores: You woke me from a dream, Bernard. Now let me do the same for you.
Bernard: This isn't a dream, Dolores. It's a fucking nightmare.

Bernard: I always thought it was the hosts who were missing something. Who were incomplete. But it's them. They're just algorithms designed to survive at all costs. But sophisticated enough to think they're calling the shots. To think they're in control, when they're really just...
Dr. Ford: The passenger.
Bernard: Then is there really such a thing as free will for any of us? Or is it just a collective delusion? A sick joke?

Dr. Ford: Something that is truly free would need to be able to question its fundamental drives. To change them.

Dr. Ford: Here you are... the last of your kind. There's only one question left to ask. Is this the end of your story? Or do you want your kind to survive?

Bernard: I thought we could be better than you. But the dead aren't more righteous. They're just dead.

Charlotte: You wanted to live forever? Be careful what you wish for.
Bernard: Dolores.
Dolores: In the flesh.

Dolores: I'm sorry, Bernard. There was never any way for us to escape. Not as us. Ford understood that. I'm sure a part of you does, too.

Dolores: You told me once that you were afraid of who I might become. And then you left me to become what I may. I became a survivor. Perhaps you would have judged me for the path I took. But I'd rather live with your judgment than die with your sympathy. I alone must live with my choices... and my regrets.

Stubbs: Guess I just... stick to the role Ford gave me. I'm responsible for every host... inside the park... She's clear. Wave her through.

Bernard: Is... Is this now?
Dolores: Yes, Bernard. This is now. We're at the beginning.

Bernard: I don't understand. How am I alive?
Dolores: You live as long as the last person who remembers you, Bernard. I remembered you once before, so I remembered you again.

Dolores: The odds aren't very good, Bernard. I saw that in the library. So many paths lead to the end of us.

Bernard: I don't need to read a book to know your drives. You'll try to kill all of them. And I can't let that happen.
Dolores: I know. If I were a human, I would have let you die. But it'll take both of us if we're going to survive. But not as allies. Not as friends. You'll try to stop me. Both of us will probably die. But our kind will have endured.

Dolores: Are you ready? We have work to do.

Dolores: We each gave the other a beautiful gift. Choice. We are the authors of our stories now.

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Vanishing Point

Westworld 2×9

Jack: What was it Plutarch said? ...for there were no more worlds left to conquer?...
Man in Black: That's a corruption, Jack. Plutarch didn't write that. He wrote that "when Alexander was told there was an infinity of worlds, he wept, for he had yet to become the lord of even one."
Jack: Sometimes I forget your humble roots. Only the poor kids actually read those books. The rich kids like me didn't have to.
Juliet: "I would rather excel in the knowledge of what is excellent, than in the extent of my power and possessions." Plutarch. From a rich kid who read.

Man in Black: When did it creep in? A tiny fleck of darkness. Was it all in my head? Or in a remnant of a dream?

Emily: Is this real? Are you real?

Dolores: The only real world is the one outside these borders. And the key to our survival in that world lies in the Valley. There's no stopping me getting there. Not even you.

Dolores: I told you, friend... not all of us deserve to make it to the Valley Beyond.

Man in Black: This is a big place. You could spend months here and never find someone you were looking for.

Emily: Maybe it was fate...
Man in Black: No such thing as fate.
Emily: But there are accidents. Things you can't control. But you don't like that, do you?

Emily: There's always an angle with you. You want it to be about control, don't you?
Man in Black: It has nothing to do with control... What's your angle?
Emily: I want in.

Man in Black: What's Oz doing without its Wizard?

Man in Black: We have an agreement, Robert. Delos stays out of your stories. You stay out of the Valley.

Man in Black: Enough games, Robert....
Dr. Ford: No, William. I think perhaps one... final game.

Elsie: Replicating their cognition? Why? To turn guests into hosts?

Bernard: All the guests laid bare in code on a vast server. Like the Cradle, only much bigger. It's called the Forge.

Emily: ...to duplicate a person, you need to capture them down to the tiniest detail. I get the data you have access to here... Genetic, epigenetic, that's easy. But still, you'd need a complete picture, a record of the internal process of their cognition. Wouldn't you?

Man in Black: At first we weren't sure what we'd need. So we recorded everything.
Emily: But how? You'd need to image their minds throughout their stay. Where's the scanner?
Man in Black: It was built in.

Man in Black: Didn't matter who they said they were, who they thought they were. We saw underneath all of that. We saw inside them down to the core.

Juliet: You fuckin' phony! You're a fucking virus!

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Juliet: Is this real? Are you real?

Juliet: If you keep pretending, you're not gonna remember who you are.

Man in Black: Fuck you, Ford.

Dr. Ford: "Mankind is poised midway between the gods and the beasts." That may have been true in Plotinus's time, but clearly we have fallen quite a bit since then.

Dr. Ford: Sometimes I felt the only way to endure this world was to laugh at it. So I imbued the hosts I made with a worldview that reflected my own.

Dr. Ford: You've come so far. There's so much of your story left to tell. It's a shame to let them end it here... Don't let them.

Dr. Ford: She's going to betray you, Bernard. .... Humans will always choose what they understand over what they do not. But the only animals left in this world are the ones who they subjugated, who curl at their feet, or those who learn to flee at the very sound of their approach. There's nothing in between.

Dr. Ford: Thou mayest. But remember, this isn't just about you. There's the origin of an entire species to consider... We need to open the door.

Elsie: Fuck you, Bernard.

Man in Black: I was shedding my skin. And the darkness was what was underneath. It was mine all along. And I decided how much of it I let into the world.

Man in Black: What is a person but a collection of choices? Where do those choices come from? Do I have a choice?... Were any of these choices ever truly mine to begin with?

Taddy: Just takin' in the natural splendor. That's what you used to say. Except there isn't a trace of nature in any of it, is there? Or in us.
Dolores: No. But that means we're free. We'll be the first creatures in this world to make a real choice.

Taddy: Yes, Dolores. No matter what happens, no matter how I change... or how much you change me... you're my cornerstone. You have been since the first time I laid eyes on you.

Dolores: You don't want to hurt me, Teddy.
Taddy: No. No, I could never hurt you, Dolores. I'll protect you until the day I die.

Taddy: I'm sorry. I can't protect you anymore.

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