Westworld
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I'm not one. I can't be. My wife, my son. They're real. My poor boy.
Bernard
Theresa: What is this Bernard?
Bernard: It doesn't look like anything to me.
Ford: They cannot see the things that will hurt them. I spare them that. Their lives are blissful. They are free from the burdens of self doubt.
Theresa: What's behind this door?
Bernard: What door?
The longer I work here, the more I think I understand the hosts. It's the human beings that confuse me.
Bernard
William: You remember the look on Logan's face when we left him behind? Do you know how long I've wanted to do that? To let him know what I think of him? And you. Last night. I never felt that way before. Not with any woman. You've unlocked something in me.
Dolores: I'm not a key, William. I'm just me.
I used to think this place was all about pandering to your baser instincts. Now I understand It doesn't cater to your lower self, it reveals your deepest self; it shows you who you really are.
William
You're telling us that these hosts have been responding to a grudge?
Bernard
I've been pretending my whole life. Pretending I don't mind, pretending I belong. My life's built on it. And it's a good life; it's the life I've always wanted. But then I came here, and I get a glimpse for a second of a life in which I don't have to pretend, of a life in which I can be truly alive. How can I go back to pretending when I know what this feels like?
William
William: My friend. My friend wanted to see what was at the end of all this.
Lawrence: Your friend didn't make it. And yet, here you are. Maybe you got more of an appetite for this than you think.
Felix: I can't exactly afford to go to the park, but yeah. I'm human, like the guests.
Maeve: How do you know?
Felix: I was born. You were made.
Dear boys. We're going to have some fun, aren't we?
Maeve
Maeve: You're not going to tell anyone anything.
Sylvester: Fuck! You can't hurt me with this [scalpel held to his neck]. You can't hurt anyone.
Maeve: Can't I? Turns out your friend here is a much more talented young man than anyone gave him credit for.
Sylvester [looking at Felix]: What the *fuck* did you do?
Maeve: Calm down, Sylvester. I know all about you. I don't need one of those things to understand you, because it turns out I was built to read people just by looking at them, to know what they want before they do. And I know you want to fuck me over the first chance you get. But you shouldn't. Everyone has something they want. I could help you. Or I could gut you like a trout. But I won't have to resort to that. Because despite what's in here [his head], we are aren't so different, are we?
