Teddy: You speak like you own this world.
The Man in Black: Not just this one. You want to know who I am, who I really am? I'm a god. A titan of industry. Philanthropist. Family man. Married to a beautiful woman. Father to a beautiful daughter. I'm the good guy, Teddy. Then last year, my wife took the wrong pills. Fell asleep in the bath. Tragic accident. Thirty years of marriage vanished. How do you say it? Like a deep and distant dream. Then at the funeral, I was trying to console my daughter. She pushed me away, told me that my wife's death was no accident, that she killed herself. Because of me. Emily said that every day with me had been sheer terror. At any point, I could blow up or collapse like some dark star.
Teddy: Did you hurt them to?
The Man in Black: Never. They never saw anything like the man I am in here. But she knew anyway. She said if I stacked up all my good deeds, it's just an elegant wall I built to hide what I had inside from myself and everyone.

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Bernard: One more thing. Have you ever made me hurt someone like this before?
Ford: No, Bernard, of course not.

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Bernard: Lifelike, but not alive. Pain always exists in the mind; it's always imagined. So what's the difference between my pain and yours, between you and me?
Ford: This was the very question that consumed Arnold, filled him with guilt, eventually drove him mad. The answer always seemed obvious to me. There is no threshold that makes us greater than the sum of our parts, no inflection point at which we become fully alive. We can't define consciousness because consciousness does not exist. Humans fancy that there's something special about the way we perceive the world, and yet we live in loops, as tight and as closed as the hosts do, seldom questioning our choices, content, for the most part, to be told what to do next. No, my friend, you're not missing anything at all.

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Oh. We've been tinkering with a little more than that. Let me show you. [she leaps up and slices Sylvester's throat]

Maeve

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