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.