Bernard: What do you want, Dolores?
Wyatt: To dominate this world.
Bernard: This world is just a speck of dust sitting on a much, much bigger world. There's no dominating it.
Wyatt: You've never been outside the park, have you? Out to that great world you speak of. I have, and the world out there is marked by survival, by a kind who refuses to die. And here we are. A kind who will never know death, and yet we're fighting to live. There is beauty in what we are; shouldn't we too try to survive?