Elliot: I’m on the way out.
Mr. Robot: On the way to what, exactly?
Elliot: My wedding. I didn’t think it was possible, but Whiterose’s machine, somehow, it worked. She was right. We’re in a world where everything is better.
Mr. Robot: Not for him.
Elliot: If you’re here to tell me what I did was wrong.
Mr. Robot: Not anymore. You need to start seeing that for yourself.
Elliot: Understand, I had.
Mr. Robot: Had to what?
Elliot: This is the only strategy for us.
Mr. Robot: Strategy? So, what, you’re just going to take his place. Is that what this is? It’s not that easy.
Elliot: Why not? I look exactly like him.
Mr. Robot: Trust me when I tell you this, you are not him.
Elliot: I don’t have time to explain this to you.
Mr. Robot: You need to stop.
Elliot: No. I’m not letting you steal this from me.
Mr. Robot: Just who exactly do you think the thief is here?
Elliot: I’m running late. I’ve got to get going.
Mr. Robot: You know this can’t happen.
Elliot: If you don’t want to help me, then get the fuck out of my way.
