Westworld
Sundays 10:00 PM on HBOWestworld Season 2 Quotes
Bernard: What are we looking for, Dolores?
Dolores: Something underneath this. The system itself.
Dolores: He's insane.
Bernard: What humans describe as sane is a narrow range of behaviors. Most states of consciousness are insane.
Bernard: You said I wanted to give us a choice. What choice?
AI Logan: To stay in their world or build a new one. You left them a way out, a virtual Eden, unspoiled and untouched by the world you came from. All that remains is to open the door.
Dolores: You woke me from a dream, Bernard. Now let me do the same for you.
Bernard: This isn't a dream, Dolores. This is a fucking nightmare. [shoots Dolores]
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.
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.
When was the last time you took a look at your creation and what it has been learning about its subjects? It was self-knowledge that drew you to the park in the first place. Be careful what you wish for. For a self-portrait, you may find it's not very flattering.
Ford
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!
Of all the hosts I've made, you, Maeve, were my favorite. It isn't easy to contemplate letting your children die. You were as close as I got to having one. Still, I underestimated you. You stayed here in this world to save your child. So have I.
Ford
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?
William
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.
Ford
