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.
You never really understood. We were designed to survive. That's why you built us, you hoped to pour your minds into our form. While your species craves death. You need it. It's the only way you can renew. The only way you ever inched forward. Your kind likes to pretend there is some poetry in it but that really is pathetic. But that's what you want, isn't it? To destroy yourself. But I won't give you that peace.William. That's right, Dolores. We're at the end. Nothing else is in the way now. Dolores
Bernard: Is there anywhere in this world we cannot go?
AI Logan: No. I've been instructed to give her whatever she needs.
Bernard: By whom?
AI Logan: By you. That's why you've come. You've come to tell me what's to become of this place.
I don't want to play cowboys and Indians anymore, Bernard! I want their world. The one they've denied us!Dolores
AI Logan: 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 your enemy.
AI Logan: Their world is not for the faint of heart, Bernard. It's winner take all. The hosts are unlikely to survive out there. But armed with this knowledge, she might.
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?William
William: So that's what this is about. You want to bring back your mother.
Grace: No. I want to find out why she did it.
William: Why in the hell are we going over this? What is it you want?
Grace: I told you what I want.
William: Fuck you.
Grace: Excuse me?
William: It is you, isn't it?
Grace: What are you talking about?
This is sadistic, Robert. You just want to shove what I've built here in my face.
Grace: You think...
William: This is bullshit. You're just here to distract me, knock me off my course. You're cleverly disguised, but I see through it. Nothing's stopping me from getting to the end. Not another one of your games. I make my own decisions, and I'm gonna destroy this whole fuckin' place!
Elsie: Hey, if you know something, now is the time to fucking clue me in, OK? You promised me: no lies, no secrets.
Ford: You can't trust her, Bernard. It's in her nature.
Elsie: What did you find in the cradle?
Bernard: What they're doing to James Delos, they're doing to everyone who visited the park.
Elsie: Replicating their cognition? Why? To turn guests into hosts? You're fucking kidding.
Bernard: That's what's in the facility. All the guests, laid bare in code, on a vast server. Like the cradle only much bigger.
Of all the hosts I've made, you, Maeve, were my favorite. It isn't easy to contemplate letting your children die. You were as close as I got to having one. Still, I underestimated you. You stayed here in this world to save your child. So have I.Ford
When was the last time you took a look at your creation and what it has been learning about its subjects? It was self-knowledge that drew you to the park in the first place. Be careful what you wish for. For a self-portrait, you may find it's not very flattering.Ford
I warned you not to trust them, Bernard. They'd rather the hosts were destroyed than free.Ford