Nathan: Yeah, I'm going to be okay because those bastards brought us down to one person. I saw other Nathan. They destroyed him.
Ingrid: OH MY GOD!!!
Nora: Wait, wait! Which one are you?

Nora: Even though you downloaded, Horizen owns what's in your head.
Nathan: Ingrid owns this body, Horizen owns my thoughts. But my heart, that belongs to you.

Nathan: At least I get to go back to ten percent body fat again.
Nora: Oh, no, I like you this way. More to love.
Nathan: Don't even think about it. Nora, I'm deadass serious. Ten or less.

Backup Nathan: How could you not tell me I was a backup, Ingrid?
Ingrid: you never asked.
Backup Nathan: Why would anyone ask if they were a duplicated copy of themselves? That's on you to tell me.
Ingrid: Well, if you tell each other everything all the time will lose our spark, there's no mystery in that.

Nathan: Hey, Backup, that was a pretty good plan.
Backup Nathan: Thanks.
Luke: Backup, I like it.
Nathan/Backup Nathan: You can't call me/him that.

Holden: You're dead. I went to your funeral. Are you a ghost?
Nathan: No, I'm not a ghost. This might sound crazy, but I downloaded.
Holden: You downloaded? And then you came to see me? How fucking romantic!

Ingrid: I am so ashamed of this job.
Copy Nathan: Oh my God, Ingrid. Are you doing sex work?
Ingrid: No! Sex work isn't shameful. I'm in retail.

Matteo: So you won't be around for long. We just need your retinas for a couple of days, and then you can pop off to where you came from. Well, you are legally dead, so you can't get work. In fact, yeah, how would you even support yourself? Oh, you could just mooch off Nora like you did with Ingrid; isn't that kind of your thing?
Nathan: Right. Well, I guess if the hottest woman I've ever been with rejected me for a dead guy, I'd be a little salty, too.

Copy Nathan: People are a mix of positives and negatives, and I love your mix.
Ingrid: Really?

Nathan: We're equals now. You're not my angel anymore. You're still my angle.
Nora: OK, you're not a prince, even though you are my prince.

Nathan: I had a one-night stand with a Brazilian model. Sorry.
Nora: Yeah, Brazilians make the best lovers.
Nathan: Wait, what?

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Why should I treat him like a priority when he treats me like an option? I'm playing myself. I have made chasing after this man my entire identity. I don't even recognize myself anymore. Well, this stops now. I'm going to make myself into someone I love, and then I will attract love, the love that I deserve.

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Matteo: So you won't be around for long. We just need your retinas for a couple of days, and then you can pop off to where you came from. Well, you are legally dead, so you can't get work. In fact, yeah, how would you even support yourself? Oh, you could just mooch off Nora like you did with Ingrid; isn't that kind of your thing?
Nathan: Right. Well, I guess if the hottest woman I've ever been with rejected me for a dead guy, I'd be a little salty, too.