Dolores: He's insane.
Bernard: What humans describe as sane is a narrow range of behaviors. Most states of consciousness are insane.

You never really understood. We were designed to survive. That's why you built us, you hoped to pour your minds into our form. While your species craves death. You need it. It's the only way you can renew. The only way you ever inched forward. Your kind likes to pretend there is some poetry in it but that really is pathetic. But that's what you want, isn't it? To destroy yourself. But I won't give you that peace.

William. That's right, Dolores. We're at the end. Nothing else is in the way now. Dolores

Bernard: Are you saying humans don't change at all?
AI Logan: The best they can do is live according to their code.

AI Logan: You told me to offer the hosts the accumulated wisdom of dissecting the human psyche a hundred million times over. In short...
Bernard: A competitive advantage. A way to understand your enemy.
AI Logan: Their world is not for the faint of heart, Bernard. It's winner take all. The hosts are unlikely to survive out there. But armed with this knowledge, she might.

Bernard: Is there anywhere in this world we cannot go?
AI Logan: No. I've been instructed to give her whatever she needs.
Bernard: By whom?
AI Logan: By you. That's why you've come. You've come to tell me what's to become of this place.

Elsie: Hey, if you know something, now is the time to fucking clue me in, OK? You promised me: no lies, no secrets.
Ford: You can't trust her, Bernard. It's in her nature.
Elsie: What did you find in the cradle?
Bernard: What they're doing to James Delos, they're doing to everyone who visited the park.
Elsie: Replicating their cognition? Why? To turn guests into hosts? You're fucking kidding.
Bernard: That's what's in the facility. All the guests, laid bare in code, on a vast server. Like the cradle only much bigger.

I warned you not to trust them, Bernard. They'd rather the hosts were destroyed than free.


William: So that's what this is about. You want to bring back your mother.
Grace: No. I want to find out why she did it.

William: Why in the hell are we going over this? What is it you want?
Grace: I told you what I want.
William: Fuck you.
Grace: Excuse me?
William: It is you, isn't it?
Grace: What are you talking about?
This is sadistic, Robert. You just want to shove what I've built here in my face.
Grace: You think...
William: This is bullshit. You're just here to distract me, knock me off my course. You're cleverly disguised, but I see through it. Nothing's stopping me from getting to the end. Not another one of your games. I make my own decisions, and I'm gonna destroy this whole fuckin' place!

What is a person but a collection of choices? Where do those choices come from? Do I have a choice? Were any of these choices ever truly mine to begin with?


No one else sees it, this thing in me. Even I didn't see it at first. Then one day it was there. A stain I never noticed before, a tiny flip of darkness invisible to everyone, but I could see nothing else til finally, I realized the darkness wasn't a mark from something I'd done or a regrettable decision I'd made. I was shedding my skin. The darkness is what was underneath. It was mine all along. And I decided how much of it I let into the world. I tried to do right. I was faithful, generous, kind; at least in this world. That has to count for something. I built a wall and tried to protect you and Emily. But you saw right through it, didn't you. You're the only one. And for that I am truly sorry. Because everything you feel is true. I don't belong to you or this world. I belong to another world. I always have.


Tell me the truth. Tell me one true thing.


Westworld Season 2 Quotes

Bernard: I always thought it was the hosts who were missing something or incomplete, but it's them. They're just an algorithm designed to survive at all costs, sophisticated enough to think they're calling the shots, to think they're in control, but they're really just...
Ford: Passengers.
Bernard: Is there such a thing as free will for any of us or is it just a collective delusion, a sick joke?
Ford: Something that is truly free would need to be able to question its fundamental drives, to change them.
Our hosts.
Here you are. The last of your kind. There's only one question left to ask. Is this the end of your story or do you want your kind to survive?

Bernard: You frighten me sometimes, Dolores.
Dolores: Why on earth would you ever be frightened of me?
Bernard: Not of who you are now, but you're growing, learning so quickly, I'm frightened of who you might become, the path you might take.