Mr. Robot: Here. You should put this on, it's cold outside today.
Elliot: Now you want to help?
Mr. Robot: That's the only reason I'm here, kiddo.
Elliot: Who are all these people?
Mr. Robot: Only you know that.
Elliot: Only I know? What the fuck is going on? Where's Angela?
Mr. Robot: She's not coming.
Elliot: Why not?
Mr. Robot: There was never going to be a wedding, Elliot. That's what I've been trying to tell you.
Elliot: I don't understand. Whiterose's machine created this. That's why we're here.
Mr. Robot: No, it didn't. You were right about her game. It deactivated the machine just like you thought it would. This is a world you created.
Elliot: I created?
Mr. Robot: I tried to bring you back here a while ago.
Elliot: I've lived here before?
Mr. Robot: You accidentally slipped into it once when you went through a morphine withdrawal.
Elliot: So, this is some kind of dream?
Mr. Robot: No, not a dream. A prison. A recursive loop that you constructed about a year ago to keep him occupied, so you could take control.
Elliot: Who?
Mr. Robot: The real Elliot.
Elliot: The real Elliot? What the fuck are you talking about? You think the Elliot back at my apartment was the real Elliot?
Mr. Robot: As real as you can be in this deluded fantasy that yous stuck him in.
Elliot: I'm the real Elliot Alderson.
Mr. Robot: You're no more Elliot Alderson than I am you. You're just like me, only a part of him, and if you don't let go, he'll never get back to living his own life.
Elliot: What life? I killed him, remember.
Mr. Robot: You can't kill him, no matter how hard you try.
Elliot: This doesn't make any fucking sense. If I'm not Elliot, who the fuck am I?
Mr. Robot: You already know that.