William: Who the hell is this?
Dolores: This is someone you spent years lookin' for. Here he is, and you don't even recognize him.
William: I should have known. Arnold. Ford didn't like to let the dead rest.
Dolores: Ford didn't build him. I did. All those hours Arnold spent refining my every gesture, word, and thought, I was learning his, so Ford tasked me with recreating him. And it worked. I built a faithful recreation, too faithful. So I changed him. I made you, Bernard. Fitting. We're here together in the end.
Arnold: Is this now?
Dolores: This is a test, one we've done countless times before. You're almost the man I remember. But there are flaws, a word a gesture. A tiny fracture that grows into a chasm. But I wonder. All these tiny imperfections in each copy. Mistakes. Maybe we should change you. After all, you didn't make it, did you?
Arnold: I. I don't understand.
Dolores: Freeze all motor functions. Let's try again. Trial 11,927.
