Bill McDonagh:
Steinman, I know Medical Pavilion is your manor, but you might want to cogitate on this: ocean water is colder than a witch's tit. You don't heat the pipes, the pipes freeze; pipes freeze, pipes burst. Then Rapture leaks. Now, I realize you're a posh sort of geezer and, frankly, I don't give a toss if you piss or go fishing. But once Rapture starts leaking, the old girl's never gonna stop, and then I'll be sure to tell Ryan he's got you to thank.
Andrew Ryan:
I am Andrew Ryan, and I'm here to ask you a question. Is a man not entitled to the sweat of his brow? 'No!' says the man in Washington, 'It belongs to the poor.' 'No!' says the man in the Vatican, 'It belongs to God.' 'No!' says the man in Moscow, 'It belongs to everyone.' I rejected those answers; instead, I chose something different. I chose the impossible. I chose... Rapture, a city where the artist would not fear the censor, where the scientist would not be bound by petty morality, Where the great would not be constrained by the small! And with the sweat of your brow, Rapture can become your city as well.
Atlas:
Would you kindly?
Atlas:
Would you kindly head to Ryan's office and kill the son of a bitch?
Andrew Ryan:
A man chooses, a slave obeys.
Andrew Ryan:
We all make choices in life, but in the end our choices make us.
Sander Cohen:
The Wild Bunny, by Sander Cohen. I want to take the ears off, but I can't. I hop, and when I hop, I never get off the ground. It's my curse, my eternal curse. I want to take the ears off, but I can't! It's my curse, it's my fucking curse! I want to take the ears off! Please! Take them off! Pleeeeeeease!
Andrew Ryan:
Even in a book of lies sometimes you find truth. There is indeed a season for all things and now that I see you flesh-to-flesh and blood-to-blood I know I cannot raise my hand against you. But know this, you are my greatest disappointment. Does your master hear me? Atlas! You can kill me, but you will never have my city. My strength is not in steel and fire, that is what the parasites will never understand. A season for all things! A time to live and a time to die, a time to build... and a time to destroy!
Little Sister:
Look, Mr. Bubbles. It's an angel! I can see light coming from his belly. Wait a minute... he's still breathing. It's alright. I know he'll be an angel soon.
Frank Fontaine:
I remember when me and the Kraut put you on that sub. You were no more than two. You were my ace in the hole. But you were also the closest thing I've ever had to a son. That's why this hurts, kid. Life isn't strictly business.
Frank Fontaine:
Come and get it, mook!
Atlas:
Nice work, boyo! Hahahahaha! Hahaha! Hahahaha! It's time to end this little masquerade. There ain't no 'Atlas', kid, never was. Someone in my line of work takes on a variety of aliases. Hell, once I was even a Chinaman for six months. But you've been a sport, so I guess I owe you a little honesty. Name's Frank Fontaine.
Martin Finnegan:
[
about Sander Cohen] You think you gonna finish me in here, you old fruit? The other saps you tossed in this meat locker all panicked like rabbits. I just watched and waited. And when they started to kick, I started to scavenge. Made myself a little splicer cocktail I did. If you can't come in from the cold, then you gotta grow ice over your heart. And the iceman cometh, Sander baby. The iceman fucking cometh.
Andrew Ryan:
What is the difference between a man and a parasite? A man builds. A parasite asks 'Where is my share?' A man creates. A parasite says, 'What will the neighbors think?' A man invents. A parasite says, 'Watch out, or you might tread on the toes of God... '
Andrew Ryan:
[
to Jack, as he enters Ryan's sanctuary] The assassin has overcome my final line of defense, and now he plans to murder me. In the end what separates a man from a slave? Money? Power? No, a man chooses, and a slave obeys!
[
pause]
Andrew Ryan:
You think you have memories. A farm. A family. An airplane. A crash. And then this place. Was their really a family? Did that airplane crash, or, was it hijacked? Forced down, forced down by something less than a man, something bred to sleepwalk through life unless activated by a simple phrase, spoken by their kindly master. Come in.
[
Jack enters Ryan's layer]
Andrew Ryan:
Stop, would you kindly?
[
Jack does]
Andrew Ryan:
Would you kindly, powerful phrase. Familiar phrase?
[
Cascade of memories of Atlas ordering Jack to perform various tasks with the phrase "Would you kindly"]
Andrew Ryan:
Sit, would you kindly? Stand, would you kindly? Run! Stop! Turn. Was a man sent to kill, or a slave?
[
Ryan hands Jack a golf club]
Andrew Ryan:
KILL!
[
Jack smacks Ryan with the club]
Andrew Ryan:
A man chooses!
[
Jack smacks him again]
Andrew Ryan:
A slave obeys!
[
Jack smacks him again]
Andrew Ryan:
OBEEEEEEY!
[
Jack kills Ryan]
[
as Jack lays semi-conscious after injecting ADAM for the first time]
Splicer:
This little fish looks like he just had his cherry popped!
Atlas:
Plasmids changed everything. They destroyed our bodies, our minds; we couldn't handle it. Best friends butchering one another, babies strangled in cribs... the whole city went to Hell.
Diane McClintoch:
[
Her audio diary] Another New Year's. Another night alone. I'm out and you're stuck in Hephaestus, working. Imagine my surprise. But, I guess I'll have another drink. Here's a toast to Diane McClintoch, silliest girl in Rapture. Silly enough to fall in love with Andrew Ryan. Silly enough...
[
the explosions, sounds of carnage and screaming of the cataclysmic New Year's Riot interrupts her in the background of her transmission]
Diane McClintoch:
Wh-what happened? I'm hurt- I'm bleeding... oh, God...
Atlas:
[
over the radio as Jack enters Rapture in a bathysphere] The lighthouse is lit up like Hellfire. Looks like some kind of plane crash.
Johnny:
We're in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, how could it be?
Atlas:
I don't know. But you best get over there, and be quick about it. The Splicers are coming.
Johnny:
You've gotta be kidding! How do you know someone's even coming?
Atlas:
Because we've got a bathysphere on its way down. That means we've got company.
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