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King Viserys Targaryen: [as they watch his children and grandchilren train] This is the stuff, Lyonel. Lads that learn together, train together, knock each other down, pick each other up.

Ser Criston Cole: When steel is drawn, a fair match isn’t something anyone should expect.

Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen: You do not desert your post when the storm lashes.
Ser Laenor Velaryon: The wise sailor flees the storm as it gathers.

Queen Alicent Hightower: How sweetly the fox speaks when it’s been cornered by the hounds.

Larys Strong: [to Alicent] Truth has many flavors, Your Grace.

Larys Strong: You cannot say, my Queen, that your father would be impartial in this matter.
Queen Alicent Hightower: No, but he would be partial to me! In all of King’s Landing, is there no one to take my side?

Larys Strong: What are children, but a weakness? A folly? A futility? Through them, you imagine you cheat the great darkness of its victory. You will persist forever, in some form or another. As if they will keep you from the dust. But for them, you surrender what you should not. You may know what is the right thing to be done, but love stays the hand. Love is a downfall. Best to make your way through life unencumbered, if you ask me.

Princess Helaena Targaryen: Hand turns loom. Spool of green, spool of black. Dragons of flesh weaving dragons of thread.

Prince Daemon Targaryen: No matter how fat the leech grows, it always wants for another meal.

Princess Rhaenys Targaryen: Daemon only ever does what is best for Daemon.

Lord Corlys Velaryon: What is this brief mortal life, if not the pursuit of legacy?

Lord Corlys Velaryon: History does not remember blood. It remembers names.

Prince Daemon Targaryen: Each of us is capable of depravity. And more than you would believe.
Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen: I believe it of you.
Prince Daemon Targaryen: If you’re accusing me of some depravity, you’ll need to be more specific.

Lady Rhaena Targaryen: [referring to Vhagar] She was mine to claim.
Prince Aemond Targaryen: Then you should’ve claimed her!

Queen Alicent Hightower: There is a debt to be paid. I shall have one of her son’s eyes in return.

Queen Alicent Hightower: [to as Rhaenyra after attempting to attack Lucerys] Where is duty? Where is sacrifice? It’s trampled under your pretty foot again.

Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen: [to Alicent] Exhausting, wasn’t it? Hiding beneath the cloak of your own righteousness. But now they see you as you are.

Prince Aemond Targaryen: Do not mourn me, Mother. It was a fair exchange. I may have lost an eye, but I gained a dragon.

Ser Otto Hightower: [to Alicent] We play an ugly game. And now, for the first time, I see that you have the determination to win it.

Ser Otto Hightower: [to Alicent] I promise you, in time, you and I together will prevail. What that rogue Aemond has done in winning Vhagar to our side. The boy was right. It’s worth a thousand times the price he paid.

Ser Laenor Velaryon: I should’ve been there.
Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen: Those should be our house words.

Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen: [to Daemon] Fire is such strange power. Everything that House Targaryen possesses is owed to it. Yet it has cost us both what we loved.

Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen: Fire is a prison. The sea offers an escape.

Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen: I will not be a tyrant. And rule through terror.
Prince Daemon Targaryen: A tyrant rules only through terror. If the King isn’t feared, he is powerless. If you are to be a strong queen, you must cultivate love and respect, yes, but your subjects must fear you.

Queen Alicent Hightower: I do not rule, as you well know. My father and I are mere stewards of the King’s will and wisdom.
Prince Daemon Targaryen: And how exactly is that wisdom expressed, hm? In blinks and wheezes? I’d be surprised if he could remember his own name, or if you could.

Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen: [to Viserys] You told me it was our duty to hold the realm united against a common foe. By naming me heir, you divided the realm. I thought I wanted it. But the burden is a heavy one. It’s too heavy.

Ser Vaemond Velaryon: [referring to Rhaenyra] Her children are b****rds! And she is a whore.
King Viserys Targaryen: I will have your tongue for that.
Prince Daemon Targaryen: [as he decapitates Vaemond’s head] He can keep his tongue.

Maester Orwyle: It is ill luck to look upon the face of death.
Princess Rhaenys Targaryen: The Stranger has visited me more times than I can count, Grand Maester. I assure you, he cares little whether my eyes are open or closed.

King Viserys Targaryen: It both gladdens my heart and fills me with sorrow to see these faces around the table. The faces most dear to me in all the world, yet grown so distant from each other in the years past. My own face is no longer a handsome one, if indeed it ever was. But tonight, I wish you to see me as I am. Not just a king, but your father. Your brother. Your husband, and your grand sire. Who may not, it seems, walk for much longer among you.

King Viserys Targaryen: Let us no longer hold ill feelings in our hearts. The crown cannot stand strong if the House of the Dragon remains divided. But set aside your grievances. If not for the sake of the crown, then for the sake of this old man who loves you all so dearly.

Princess Helaena Targaryen: Beware the beast beneath the boards.

Queen Alicent Hightower: I saw him last night before he… He told me he wished for Aegon to be king. It is the truth. Uttered with his own lips. His last words to me and I was the only one to hear it. And now he’s dead.

Lord Lyman Beesbury: I am six-and-seventy years old. I have known Viserys longer than any who sit at this table. And I will not believe that he said this on his deathbed, alone, with only the boy’s mother as a witness. This is seizure! It is theft! It is treason!

Princess Helaena Targaryen: It is our fate, I think, to crave always what is given to another. If one possesses a thing, the other will take it away.

Princess Helaena Targaryen: There is a beast beneath the boards.

Queen Alicent Hightower: We do not rule, but we may guide the men that do. Gently, away from violence, and sure destruction, and instead toward peace.

Queen Alicent Hightower: A true queen counts the cost to her people.
Princess Rhaenys Targaryen: And yet you toil still in service to men. Your father, your husband, your son. You desire not to be free, but to make a window in the wall of your prison. Have you never imagined yourself on the Iron Throne?

Mysaria: There is no power but what the people allow you to take.

Queen Alicent Hightower: Reluctance to murder is not a weakness!

Ser Criston Cole: The crown of the Conqueror, passed down through generations. Let the Seven bear witness, Aegon Targaryen is the true heir to the Iron Throne.

Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen: We don’t choose our destiny, Luke. It chooses us.

Prince Daemon Targaryen: Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen, First of Her Name, Queen of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men. Lady of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm. Your Grace.

Prince Daemon Targaryen: [to Otto] I would rather feed my sons to the dragons than have them carry shields and cups for your drunken, usurper c*** of a king.

Ser Otto Hightower: Stale oaths will not put you on the Iron Throne, Princess. The succession changed the day your father sired a son. I only regret that you and he were the last to see the truth of it.

Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen: When dragons flew to war, everything burned. I do not wish to rule over a kingdom of ash and bone.

Prince Daemon Targaryen: My brother was a slave to his omens and portents. Anything to make his feckless reign appear to have purpose. Dreams didn’t make us kings. Dragons did.

Princess Rhaenys Targaryen: That “girl” is holding the realm together at present. Every man standing around the Painted Table urges her to plunge the realm into war. Rhaenyra’s the only one who’s demonstrated restraint.

Lord Corlys Velaryon: Hope is the fool’s ally.

Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen: Taking caution does not mean standing fast. I wish to know who my allies are before I send them to war.

Lord Borros Baratheon: Which is it? King or Queen? The House of the Dragon does not seem to know who rules it.

Prince Lucerys ‘Luke’ Velaryon: I will not fight you. I came as a messenger, not a warrior.
Prince Aemond Targaryen: A fight would be little challenge. No. I want you to put out your eye. As payment for mine. One will serve. I would not blind you. I plan to make a gift of it to my mother.

Jeevan Chaudhary: [to young Kirsten, who’s on her phone] You should save your battery. You’re in the red. What happens if it dies before you plug it in again, do you die too?

Young Kirsten: What kind of job do you have?
Jeevan Chaudhary: I’m a reporter. Like a reporter, or a cultural critic, slash, I had a website. I create content. I don’t have a job.
Young Kirsten: I thought you were a doctor.

Young Kirsten: How did you know how to do all that EMT stuff with Arthur?
Jeevan Chaudhary: Yeah, I think I just, I learned that watching ER.
Young Kirsten: But you were the first one in the theater to know.
Jeevan Chaudhary: Or just the first one who stood up.

Young Kirsten: Must be hard not knowing what you want to be.
Jeevan Chaudhary: Takes a while.
Young Kirsten: Yeah. I’m eight.

Siya: [over phone] We’ve never seen a flu like this before. It’s f***ing chaos.
Jeevan Chaudhary: Yeah. I don’t know, it sounds kind of bad.

Siya: [over phone] Jeevan, it’s too late to run. You need to get to Frank. Don’t believe a word the news says. The city’s going to be f***ed. People are walking around already exposed and they don’t even know it. Avoid contact with anyone. Just you, just Frank.

Jeevan Chaudhary: [over phone] Is this happening?
Siya: Get to Frank. Lock yourselves in, build a barricade. It’s your best chance of surviving.
Jeevan Chaudhary: Surviving?
Siya: Yes. Jeevan, that is what I’m trying to tell you.

Young Kirsten: [to Jeevan as he’s on his phone] What happens if your phone dies? Do you die?

Frank Chaudhary: Hello, you’ve reached Frank Chaudhary. Please leave a message and I’ll get back to you when I can.
Jeevan Chaudhary: This is the one time you should take my call, you hermit idiot.

Young Kirsten: I think Tanya and Arthur were boyfriend and girlfriend.
Jeevan Chaudhary: Yeah. If it’s for Arthur, I’d believe anything about Tanya.
Young Kirsten: Do you think she loves him?
Jeevan Chaudhary: Definitely not.

Jeevan Chaudhary: Kirsten, please tell me one person in the world who cares about you, and I will take you to them, please.
Young Kirsten: Arthur.

Young Kirsten: Do you have money?
Jeevan Chaudhary: Of course.
Young Kirsten: You don’t have a job.
Jeevan Chaudhary: Okay, but I have money.

Young Kirsten: What’s it like having a brother?
Jeevan Chaudhary: It’s annoying.
Young Kirsten: Why?
Jeevan Chaudhary: Because brothers and sisters know you too well.

Jeevan Chaudhary: Now is usually when I would have a panic attack, but I did that already back there. It’s kind of like I planned it.

Supermaket Clerk: [referring to Jeevan’s groceries] Hey, excuse me? Is this because of that thing? The flu? Should I go somewhere?
Jeevan Chaudhary: You should go home.

Siya: Who did you call?
Siya’s Colleague: My ex-husband. You?
Siya: One of my brothers won a Pulitzer when he was twenty-three. I picked the one who owes me eighteen grand and eats cereal for dinner.
Siya’s Colleague: Which one is that? Frank?
Siya: Jeevan.

Young Kirsten: Why did you say that to that man? Jeevan? Why did you tell him to go home? When are you going to take me home? My parents don’t know where I am.
Jeevan Chaudhary: Look, Kirsten, I know this is all a little scary, okay? But they’re saying that there’s a health scare coming, okay, and people are supposed to get inside. And the problem is we can’t reach anyone who knows you even exist.
Young Kirsten: That’s not fair!

Jeevan Chaudhary: If you want to go back to your house, you want to try and get in, we’ll call a cab. We’ll figure it out. Or you can spend the night at my brother’s apartment. I’m not allowed to say you have to, because that’s kidnapping, I think. And people should choose for themselves what they want.
Young Kirsten: I’m eight.
Jeevan Chaudhary: I know, but you have to choose.
Young Kirsten: Okay. I’ll go home.

Jeevan Chaudhary: Hey, Kirsten. Yeah, it’s really weird. Your parents just messaged me. I messaged them earlier. I think they just got it. Yeah. Turns out their car got stuck in Lake Forest. So, yeah, they want you to come with me and stay the night at Frank’s. It turns out they know Frank from work things, so they’re cool with it. Also, I was wrong. The world’s not ending. So that’s cool.

Frank Chaudhary: I got groceries.
Jeevan Chaudhary: The world’s ending, Frank! Okay? It’s actually ending.
Jeevan Chaudhary: [to young Kirsten] Sorry. I lied. It’s ending.

Frank Chaudhary: [referring to the news on TV] Maybe you should turn it off.
Jeevan Chaudhary: There hasn’t been any news on the Ferris wheel. Imagine dying like that.
Frank Chaudhary: Well, the way I see it, the power is on. Things will be back to normal in a couple of days.

Sayid: Check inside the cabin? You see any ghosts this year?
Kirsten: I looked in the window. It’s the same, as always. There’s no sign of him.

Sayid: [to Kirsten] Every time I think my first hundred days were bad, I remember you walked across Lake Michigan.

The Prophet: A part of me thinks we were better off all getting killed.

The Prophet: May I ask you about those tattoos? What’s the symbol?
Kirsten: It’s for all the people I’ve killed.

The Prophet: To the monsters, we’re the monsters. I guess.
Kirsten: Where did you hear that?
The Prophet: It just came into my head.

Young Kirsten: What would you have done if you knew the flu was coming?
Jeevan Chaudhary: I would have come home earlier from LA. How about you?
Young Kirsten: Say goodbye to Arthur. I didn’t get to say goodbye to anyone.

Kirsten: [referring to leaving the Symphony] Did Jeremy talk you into it? Jeremy and Karen?
Jasmine: You know Jeremy is just in Jeremy’s world.
Kirsten: This is why I don’t date actors.
Jasmine: You dated me. And Jeremy.

Jasmine: I want to stay. The Symphony is my family. You too. It doesn’t end because I take a season off.
Kirsten: We’ve never been apart.
Jasmine: Since Year Three. I know.
Kirsten: It would be better for the Symphony if you came. With the baby!

Kirsten: This is a choice.
Jasmine: What?
Kirsten: It’s selfish.
Jasmine: I’m starting a family.
Kirsten: You just said the Symphony was your family.

Kirsten: Have you ever heard of Arthur Leander, from before?
Dan: The Orion Soldier?
Kirsten: Yeah. Yes. Okay. So he gave me my first acting lesson. Ready? It’s not about you.
Dan: That’s it?
Kirsten: It works. Put all of your attention on the other person.

Young Kirsten: [flashback, after finding out her parents are dead] Everyone’s dead.
Jeevan Chaudhary: Hey. Not everyone.

Brian: I am an emissary from a community that has, until now, never once revealed its existence to the rest of the world. And I come to you with an invitation. It’s our first invitation. We invite the Traveling Symphony to visit us at the Museum of Civilization.
Alexandra: What’s the Museum of Civilization?
Brian: A place that values human culture and the past.
Sarah: F*** the past. We never leave the wheel.

Kirsten: I was being selfish.
Jasmine: Not selfish. Sad. I’m sad. But it’s not goodbye. You’ll be back. I’ll be here.
Kirsten: You don’t know that.
Jasmine: I know that when someone goes, or someone dies. I know how hard that is for you.

Frank Chaudhary: [flashback, reading from Station Eleven] “I remember damage.” Me too. “Then escape.” Good story. Love a good comeback.

Kirsten: Chicken of the Woods don’t grow up north. And you’re creepy.
The Prophet: You’re charged with that Day Zero pain. It’s like you never left.

The Prophet: It’s important that Cody and I join the Traveling Symphony. We won’t be with you for long.
Kirsten: [puts her knife against his throat] No.
The Prophet: Then your friends are going to start to disappear. Alex. The Conductor. Charlie and Jeremy, they’re staying back with the baby, but…
Kirsten: [stabs him in the stomach] No.

Kirsten: Where did you hear that line? “To the monsters, we’re the monsters.” Where did you hear that?
The Prophet: The prophecy. I remember damage.

Clark: [referring to her drawing] What’s that?
Miranda Carroll: Oh. It’s a feeling.
Clark: What’s the feeling?
Miranda Carroll: Cut and run. When a squall comes up so fast, you got to cut the anchor and just go.

Leon Prevant: [over phone] You have to get out of Malaysia. The flu mutated.
Miranda Carroll: Okay. The Chinese canceled the pitch meeting.
Leon Prevant: Forget about the pitch! I need you to listen to me. You have six, maybe seven hours, before Malaysia is on fire.

Leon Prevant: [to Miranda] You can’t trust what you are seeing, or what anyone tells you.

Miranda Carroll: You will know your end point when you reach it. In the early days, before their home is broken, they hardly notice me. It was better to not be noticed. It is better to not be noticed.

Miranda Carroll: [leaves a message] Arthur? It’s me. It’s four in the morning there, I think. You’re my yesterday. Hope the premiere went well. I made a mistake. Just keep yourself safe. Stay wherever you are. I’m coming to Chicago. I’ll find you. Somehow.

Miranda Carroll: To be loved is a calamity. Love will try to see the words before it’s finished. “What is your job?” Love will ask it. And you will ask, “What is my job?”

Miranda Carroll: How are you calling this phone?
Clark: Listen, I wanted to tell you this directly. Arthur died. I’m so sorry. He had a heart attack onstage tonight, doing Lear.

Miranda Carroll: You went away for four months to make that movie.
Arthur Leander: But I came back. But even when you’re here, you’re not here. You’re always locked up in that little room, all by yourself, working on things that nobody is allowed to see.
Miranda Carroll: No one can see because I’m not done.
Arthur Leander: I don’t think you’re going to finish!

Arthur Leander: I don’t want to live the wrong life and then die!

Tesch: How’s your project going, Miranda? When will it be finished?
Miranda Carroll: Soon.
Tesch: I’m assuming you’ll publish when it’s done?
Miranda Carroll: No. No. Probably not.
Tesch: What’s the point of doing all that work if no one’s going to see it?
Miranda Carroll: It makes me happy. It’s peaceful, spending hours working on it.

Elizabeth: I took some art history classes at UCLA, and I just, I wanted to, you know, see the paintings that I’d been reading about. Being there was like, I don’t even know how to, it was like being inside the paintings. You know? Which is a random fantasy that I had as a kid. Stupid.
Miranda Carroll: I don’t think it’s stupid at all.

Elizabeth: [referring to Miranda’s graphic novel] It’s about this spaceman. Well, no, it’s not about that. It’s about someone who survives a tragedy, and how they feel so alienated from, you know, all the day to day stuff. And it’s just really profound.

Miranda Carroll: I stood looking over the damage, trying to remember the sweetness of life on Earth. I was late. Or you were early. Either one. Same mission. Burn every parasite m**herf***er alive.

Miranda Carroll: [referring Arthur’s affair with Elizabeth] When did it start? With Elizabeth?
Clark: I don’t know. He must have gotten scared. That’s usually what happens when he falls in love.
Miranda Carroll: Scared of what?
Clark: F*** knows.

Miranda Carroll: I think that book ruined my life.

Miranda Carroll: To be loved is a calamity for someone with your job. You have work to do. Work. Love will try to see the words before it’s finished. Love makes work impossible. Survival is insufficient. I don’t want to live the wrong life and then die. I am at my best when I’m escaping.

Miranda Carroll: [at her pitch meeting] You all seem to know that the world is coming to an end. So, it’s a good reminder that nothing we have done, or do, matters at all. But it does. It does. The man I loved, died last night. The man I loved died last night, and I went to work. The man I loved died last night, and I went to work instead. And I’m here with you.

Miranda Carroll: Why wasn’t I at that play? Why I wasn’t I with my love when he died?

Jim: We’re all going to die, huh?
Miranda Carroll: I think so, Jim. I’m sorry. I don’t even know if you have family back home.
Jim: I do not. I do not. Do not. Not. Not. I do not.
Miranda Carroll: I don’t either.
Jim: You know, it makes me want to unpack some of my self-esteem baggage big time before we… I went golfing because I thought that’s what a person would do.
Miranda Carroll: I know.
Jim: I’m so scared.
Miranda Carroll: I’m scared too, Jim.

Miranda Carroll: I have a job to do. I still have a job to do. I have found you nine times before, maybe ten, and I’ll find you again. There is no rescue mission. We are safe.

Alexandra: [reading from a poster] “Beware the Prophet. If you see this man, cover your ears and run for your lives. Beware the terrible prophet in these parts and the cult of the children who follow him.” Oh, f***.

Alexandra: [referring to the Prophet] He asked me what it was like to be the only Post-Pan in the troupe. I said I didn’t think about it that way, but he said that I should. That Post-Pans were special, the first human generation to be rid from trauma, and that the survivors were the only liars left.
Kirsten: That’s what the Undersea thought. It’s from Station Eleven.
Alexandra: Maybe he read it.
Kirsten: No. There’s only one copy, and I hid it.

Kirsten: You’re so bad at cards.
Sarah: We should do this more though, for real. I mean, it’s not like we have lives or anything.

Sarah: Don’t attempt to score Hamlet. It will kill you.

Vlad: We just make up the rules as we go. Why?

Young Kirsten: [flashback, Year One, at the cabin, reading from Station Eleven] “To the monsters, we’re the monsters.”
Jeevan Chaudhary: What does that mean?
Young Kirsten: You murdered Big Daddy’s entire family.
Jeevan Chaudhary: Murdered?
Young Kirsten: The wolves think you’re scary like you think they’re scary. We’re the same.
Jeevan Chaudhary: We’re not the same.

Alexandra: [referring to the Prophet] I should have seen what he was doing.
Kirsten: No, it’s hard to see dangerous people.
Alexandra: You knew it though.
Kirsten: Yeah, I knew it. But I was dangerous when I was little. And people really put their guard down when you play vulnerable. I mean, the leg, the dead wife.

Gil: Stop moving! We put the mines back in!
Sarah: Well, hello to you too!
Gil: You’re already in the middle of the minefield! It starts back there at the f***ing green!
Kirsten: Oh, my God.
Katrina: You are surrounded!

Kirsten: Why did you put the mines back in?
Gil: Because he f***ing took everything! The Prophet!
Katrina: The cult came here last fall, and they…
Alexandra: They stole your children!

Kirsten: What did he do, though, specifically? Why did you let him in?
Gil: One day, a man and a boy appear at our front door. They’re on a journey. They are traveling for the first time. He even has crutches. I mean, anyone who would be disarmed by that story in Year Twenty.
Alexandra: There’s something about him though, The Prophet.

Katrina: [to Alexandra] You’ve met him?
Kirsten: We both did, at St. Deborah’s last week. Yeah, we talked to him. I’m not saying I trusted him. The opposite. It was like he knew I knew he was pretending. It was a game.
Alexandra: To me, he just felt honest. Most Pre-Pans don’t.
Katrina: Maybe if you’re young enough, he can be compelling. But he’s not innocent, or kind.

Gil: We gave them some food, and sent them on their way. And he comes back, the very next day. No crutches. Different name, different story, different kid. And we ask him why. And he just smiles, and nods, and says, “There’s no before. The survivors are the problem.”
Katrina: That psychopath stole my grandkids. We let them have a campfire. He told a ghost story, and two weeks later, the only four children of Pingtree were gone.

Gil: Now, honestly, Hamlet is easily the most overrated play of all time. And, yes, I’m including August Osage County.
Dieter: I love that play.
Gil: Oh, of course you do, Dieter.
Dieter: I’m not a great actor. I know that, Gil.
Gil: Well, we all know that, Dieter.
Dieter: I know that. What’s embarrassing is that you don’t know you’re a bad director. You’re not missed.
Katrina: I knew this would just become a resentment festival.

Katrina: Do you know what I think is close-minded? Performing Shakespeare without updating it. Oh, that’s one of the reasons that you left, wasn’t it, Gil?
Gil: It’s one of the reasons, yes. You don’t like risk.
Sarah: We’re artists. Everything is dangerous. We have completely deconstructed Hamlet this season. It’s set in Poland.
Dieter: Portland.
Sarah: Whatever.

Kirsten: Wait, what’s a camcorder?
Wendy: A camera that takes videos.
Kirsten: But phones make videos.

Gil: Never try to write an oral history of the world after it ends.

Kirsten: Is this what you thought it would be? Like living off the wheel?
Gil: Oh, retirement. Ah, not really. No. No. “Our revels are now ended. Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve. We are such stuff as dreams are made on, a little life rounded with a sleep.”

Gil: Katrina just lost everything.
Kirsten: So did everyone, twenty years ago.
Gil: You sound like him, you know? The Prophet. “There’s no before,” right?
Kirsten: I’m just saying you should come home, if that’s what you want.
Gil: This is what I want.

Young Kirsten: [flashback] Station Eleven is the story of a stranger named Dr. Eleven, who we first meet floating unconscious in space, and who then gets stuck aboard a broken space station. Captain Lonegan is in charge, but he has no crew, and is locked inside the bridge, and just drinks scotch, and talks about the past. An explosion destroyed the guyroscope, and…
Jeevan Chaudhary: Gyrsopscope.
Young Kirsten: Gyrsopcope. And spilled half an ocean into the workstations of the crew. This drowned every grown-up. The survivors are kids called the Undersea. They want to go home and build a future Earth by using time travel. Dr. Eleven talks to both sides and doesn’t care what happens, or what they do. He scares everyone.

Frank Chaudhary: [flashback] Hey, Jee. You still scared of the dark?
Jeevan Chaudhary: Yeah.

Kirsten: What did the Prophet say to you? What was so amazing? I want to know. Really.
Alexandra: He asked me to leave the Symphony. And I said yes. Because that’s how I felt that day. And then after the bonfire, I went to go meet him, and he didn’t show.
Kirsten: Well, thank God.
Alexandra: I didn’t want to be with him. You get that, right? I wanted to be the lead, just once.

Alexandra: It’s weird that you do that.
Kirsten: It’s weird that I do what?
Alexandra: Take weapons to a play.
Kirsten: Not to me, it’s not.

Kirsten: My entire family lived and died before we met. That’s true of everyone here. F*** Hamlet.

Katrina: [referring to the Prophet] Well, we’ve been too scared to be out here since he came. The Traveling Symphony isn’t afraid of anything.
Kirsten: We’re artists. We are terrified.

Katrina: [referring to their children] Well, you don’t seem to be. Sometimes I think we should be out there looking for them.
Kirsten: Well, maybe they’ll just come back on their own.

Alexandra: We’ll ride the minefield. There’s no before.
Kirsten: Hey! Don’t say that. That guy’s a psychopath. He probably does the same thing in every town he goes through.
Alexandra: No. That’s you. All of you. Oh, you never deviate. Rules. Routines. “We never split the troupe. We never go off-wheel. Ah, wow! Hooray! They’re here. It’s the terrified carnival of trauma! It’s the Traveling Symphony!”
Kirsten: Hey! Just stop it. The Traveling Symphony raised you. Watch your mouth.

Kirsten: He’s still out there! He didn’t die when I stabbed him! Yes, I tried to protect you at the bonfire, Alex! That’s why he didn’t meet up with you. You’re welcome.
Alexandra: Why are you so mad at me?
Kirsten: I’m not.

Sarah: I never treated you very well.
Gil: Yes, you did. You wrote a brand-new f***ing symphony every year. You actually got better after the world ended.
Sarah: So what? You heard me. You organized me.
Gil: Sarah, you do know that I love everything we made together.
Sarah: I feel the same way. But I didn’t leave.

Kirsten: What are you wearing? What is that? Is that a mine?
Little Boy: They’re beacons for the Prophet.
[as Kristen tries to warn everyone, one of the children with the bomb hugs Gil as it explodes]

Clark: [referring to Elizabeth] I mean, you’d think at a time like this, I mean, she’s famous. Big deal. I’ll tell you what, she won’t be very famous if everyone on the f***ing planet dies.

Clark: [to Tyler] You know, I don’t know what’s going to happen with this flu. Civilization is a complex, self-correcting mechanism. As complex as a person, only self-aware to a degree. You understand. But whatever happens, I’m your uncle Clark.

Clark: The worst I may be yet. The worst is not, as long as we can say, “This is the worst.”

Miles: I think this thing is really happening, man. You can see it out there. Kind of this glaze in people’s eyes. It’s like the whole world is just this now.
Clark: They’re all heroes on board that plane. Every single one of them.

Clark: [as he’s drinking] We’ll get through this. My optimism’s intact.
Miles: You sure that’s not the liquid courage?
Clark: Probably.

Tim: [voice message for Clark] I wish you were here. I’ve been thinking about the “I accept this” thing, Dr. Norman, and I do not. I do not accept this.

Clark: Your assistant never got you a jet. She’s probably dead.
Elizabeth: Oh, Uncle Clark.
Clark: Your plane’s not coming.
Elizabeth: It will! I just have to find my passport.
Clark: This isn’t healthy for anyone, and it sends the message to everyone inside that you’d rather freeze to death than be a part of their community.
Elizabeth: I would.

Clark: Elizabeth, powerful people tend to crash hard when huge pockets of false reality come down. I see it in my work all the time. I’m a corporate consultant.
Elizabeth: Here I thought you were a lounge singer.
Clark: No, I’m a CEO whisperer.
Elizabeth: And you get paid for that? Stroking the ego of powerful men?
Clark: I can use what I know to protect you, all three of us, if you’ll accept my help.
Elizabeth: You sound like a movie villain.

Clark: Tyler needs attention.
Elizabeth: Tyler’s fine. He’s with Shay.
Clark: He’s sitting in front of a plane of corpses!

Clark: What’s happened?
Nun: Mr. Homeland Security apparently went around, and told all the people he liked that he’s leaving for a better world, Miami Beach.

Clark: This is the best thing that could have possibly happened. Okay, they left. They didn’t invite you, or me, because they thought they were better than you. They thought they deserved to live and you didn’t. They were in it for themselves. And the only problem with their plan is, they were taken in by a janitorial con man.

Clark: He was an opportunist, and he took advantage of your fear, and the illusion of his power, and he has likely just led all those people to their death.

Clark: All that matters is the now and what got us to this point. Because the past is a map, and it got us here. And here, at this airport, we have won the post-apocalyptic lottery! And that plane leaving just made all our shares go up!

Clark: Here we are, with much of our hierarchy of needs already met. We have shelter. We have food. We’re a community. And we’re tucked away in a place no one is ever going to find us.

Clark: And we’re in this together, and we’re a family now.

Elizabeth: [to Clark] Well played, Marc Antony. You’re a star.

Clark: [to Miles, Elizabeth] We’ve really got something here. You know? The four of us, including Tyler, because I don’t discount him. You know, the sympathy for the children, the child. Some connotation of Arthur. Your celebrity is a little less relevant in a post-apocalyptic context. I know. No, but it still has a sparkle to it. They remember your fame.

Young Tyler: Why do we need a leader at all?
Clark: Because, Tyler, leaders give us hope. And we won’t survive here long enough to repopulate the Earth if the people here don’t feel hopeful.
Young Tyler: Maybe we shouldn’t though.
Clark: Shouldn’t what, Tyler?
Young Tyler: Repopulate.
Elizabeth: That’s a little bleak, isn’t it?
Clark: No, it’s cute.

Clark: [pretending to talk to Arthur over radio] Listen, I’m sitting here with your son, and I’m sorry to say it, but he’s being a real knob. Yeah, asking all the other kids to pretend, but he won’t play the game. Was he always like this?

Young Tyler: [pretending to talk to Arthur over radio] Hey, dad. Sorry I didn’t get a chance to come see your play in Chicago. I really wanted to. I was really excited. But mom had a night shoot. She really tried. Anyway, it’s cool that you did King Lear. I don’t know what else to say. I’m glad I saw you last month, but I wish I could see you again.

Elizabeth: What your father did really hurt me. I don’t know what it is about being here, but I don’t know, it seems like maybe there’s something good happening, with us. Am I crazy? Do you feel it too?
Young Tyler: Maybe it’s just because dad’s dead.

Elizabeth: He left you something. It’s more of a symbol than anything, but I had it in my bag.
Young Tyler: [referring to Station Eleven] The art’s cool.
Elizabeth: The MC on the cover is for Miranda Carroll, who was your father’s first wife.
Young Tyler: I remember her.
Elizabeth: He sent it to me a couple of weeks ago. And I got it in the mail, and I kept it from you. I’ve been doing that for years. He’s been sending you letters since the divorce, and I burn them.
Young Tyler: Why?
Elizabeth: Because I’m selfish.

Elizabeth: [referring to Tyler] He can tell when people are lying.
Clark: Well, what did you lie to him about?
Elizabeth: That Arthur kept trying.

Clark: I’m making a museum. A tribute to the best of the old days. A reminder of how good we used to have it, something to aim for, to get back to. Talking to the dead through the radio system feels macabre. This will be better.

Clark: Tyler processed the quarantine as some kind of personal humiliation. He needs to grow up and get over it.
Elizabeth: Do you hate Tyler because you hated Arthur?
Clark: I don’t hate Tyler.
Elizabeth: But you did hate Arthur.
Clark: Why? You think I was jealous of him? Because that’s what he thought too.

Clark: Arthur was pathetic. He was a B-list loser who surrounded himself with C-list trophy duds like yourself.
Elizabeth: Oh, yeah.
Clark: And he threw away the only worthwhile wife he had in Miranda. Who he never got over, by the way. He was a s**t father, a s**t husband, which you know. And he died onstage in a puddle of his own pi**, desperate to be taken seriously, trying to do King Lear! And still, I loved him!

Elizabeth: [to Clark] Everyone loved him. I mean, it takes every ounce of your energy every day to get people to even like you, to actually listen to the sentences that you say. But Art, Art didn’t have to try. That must feel awful.

Clark: Tyler will thrive here. I haven’t betrayed him, even if you seem to think I have. In fact, I saved his life, and yours. We all know it was Arthur who damaged Tyler. All of us, we’re all the f***ing wreckage.
Elizabeth: Yeah, you’re right. You’re right.
Clark: Elizabeth, we have to stick together. We can’t let a child play us off against one another.
Elizabeth: I know.
[we see that Tyler overhears them through the radio]

Clark: [over radio] Arthur? Are you there? It’s Clark. I miss you, old friend, despite myself. Listen, I really regret what I said the last time we spoke, in Chicago. I have tried to protect your boy. But I don’t know how to anymore. He’s like you in his way. Bold, indifferent to authority, singular. But he’s a destroyer. And you were never a destroyer. I mean something here to these people. I’ve got responsibilities to everybody now. And I don’t think I’ve done anything wrong. But it’s time for Tyler and Elizabeth to go.

Clark: [over radio] Tyler, what are you doing on board that plane?
Young Tyler: Setting all of you free.

Clark: [over radio] The jet is on fire. He set it on fire! Tyler is still on board!
[we see Tyler stands from afar watching, we then see Tyler is the Prophet]

Kirsten: [referring to the Prophet] He’s going to kill the Traveling Symphony.

Kirsten: Do you not see what’s right behind us?
Sayid: How many Jesus dudes have we met along the way, Kirs?
Kirsten: No. He’s different. This is my fault.
Sayid: None of it is your fault. Those kids were brainwashed. They were terrorists.
Kirsten: That’s not what I mean.
Sayid: So what do you mean?

Kirsten: I did this, okay? I stabbed him in St. Deb’s. He just didn’t die. He was in Alex’s head!
Sayid: Alex is not a child. She doesn’t fall in love with cult leaders. Just don’t spin out.
Kirsten: Well, I’ll feel better when he’s dead. Also, I don’t spin out.

Sayid: Hey, Alex! I knew you’d be okay! Kirsten thought you joined a cult!
Alexandra: I’m already in a cult.

Sayid: She went to kill that dude the Prophet, man.
Dieter: Why did you let her go?!
Sayid: She was just being f***ing Kirsten!

Sayid: Kirsten said that you had plans to meet with the Prophet.
Alexandra: Yeah, I did. But no worries, she stabbed him. Back in St. Deborah’s.
Sayid: Well, did you thank her? Because that dude uses child soldiers.

Sarah: [as they go with Brian to the museum] I’ve had enough silly danger.
Dieter: This is not good.
Sarah: Kirsten will find us. She always does.

Cody: We’re all going to the same place. Say it. Say the Prophecy. He said you know it too.
Kirsten: “My memories are the same as yours. They mean nothing. I feel this again for the first time. I have a job to do. I’ve found you nine times before. Maybe ten. And I’ll find you again. Until the end. I always do. I find you, because I know you. And I know you, because we are the same.”

Cody: [referring tp the Prophet] He won’t let us up. He says he’ll only talk to you.
Kirsten: He didn’t know I was coming. That wound was deep. He’s probably going to die from complications.

Cody: [to Kirsten, referring to the children] They like it when things sound like they’re from the Prophecy.

Tyler Leander: [as Kirsten is holding him by his throat] If I die, I’ll lose control of the story. It happened already. When I was hurt, Haley told the kids a different story, that the mines erased the past. That was Pingtree.

Tyler Leander: Your friends are in trouble. Half of them are prisoners already. The other half are on their way.
Kirsten: What are you talking about?
Tyler Leander: The Museum of Civilization.

Tyler Leander: [to Kirsten, referring to the The Museum of Civilization] There’s real evil in that place. It’s been rotting for two decades. They collect things. They have your friends. They also have something of mine locked in their tower. You’re the key. Get me in, I’ll take you to the Symphony.

Tyler Leander: [to Kirsten] They have snipers. Electrified fences. Surveillance. Who knows what else by now? But if we’re together, you could tell them I’m an actor too. It’s up to you. We don’t force things.

Kirsten: I missed your kidney by an inch.
Tyler Leander: Must’ve been the play. You seemed upset onstage. How come? You remembered something. Who?

Kirsten: If I get you in, how do I know you’ll leave us alone?
Tyler Leander: You can’t.

Kirsten: [referring to the Symphony] They’re my family. I don’t care about anyone but them.

Brian: [as they arrive at the airport] Welcome. Welcome to the Museum of Civilization.

Brian: It’s really a nice place. I left for a while. That’s what they tell me. But I came back. And I have no memory from before, but I’ve been happy here.

Tyler Leander: When I was a kid, someone gave me a comic book. I read it, and lost it. I tried to forget it. It all came to me when I needed it the most. That blue spaceman really calmed me down.
Kirsten: That’s because Dr. Eleven is a kid. It’s K inside the suit, the Rebel Undersea Leader. She’s in a time loop.
Tyler Leander: I never thought about it like that. I do relate though.

Tyler Leander: I’m a Post-Pan. Just born before.
Kirsten: Most Pre-Pans lost their minds.
Tyler Leander: Yeah. That’s the whole problem.

Tyler Leander: My father’s first wife was an artist. Not my mother. They both died before. But when he was alive, he spoke Spanish, and he thought she didn’t. So he would have all these conversations in front of her with his dad about how selfish she was, how crazy, how he loved her, but she didn’t love him, how he didn’t understand her art. After she left him, she called to say that she loved him. And they had that whole conversation in Spanish. She told him he had never asked her anything about herself.
Kirsten: That doesn’t seem fair.
Tyler Leander: [in Spanish] He was a selfish b****rd. But it doesn’t matter. There is no before. Only what is to come.
Kirsten: I don’t speak Spanish.
Tyler Leander: Neither do I.

Kirsten: What’s that game they play? The one like tag?
Tyler Leander: Infection. The only way everybody wins is, everybody gets sick.
Kirsten: Oh. Fun.
Tyler Leander: Sometimes no one wins. Kids just keep on running. They find some town. They tell people their name’s the Prophet. They ask kids if they want to join the Undersea. Is that how you know it? You met one of them along the way?
Kirsten: No.

Cody: So the internet was real, then?
Kirsten: Oh, yeah. Yeah, the internet was real.
Cody: What was it like?
Kirsten: It was like a whole bunch of computers could talk to each other from anywhere in the world. And you could send messages, or pictures. And you could read any book, watch any movie. You could find anyone.
Cody: Sounds beautiful.

Cody: [referring to the Prophet] He says old data’s like a weed.
Kirsten: I don’t know. I liked Instagram.

Kirsten: What about you? What do you want?
Cody: I want him to survive so the Traveling Symphony survives.
Kirsten: You don’t think that we’ll live if the Prophet doesn’t?
Cody: No way. They’ll find you. He’s been building up the Undersea for ten years. They’re coming when he lights the torch.
[then the group is attacked by the Red Bandanas and Cody is stabbed]

Jeevan Chaudhary: What’s going to happen? Really?
Frank Chaudhary: I don’t know. But I’m glad you’re here. How was King Lear?

Frank Chaudhary: [referring to Station Eleven] Just keep reading it. Should be doing my work. It’s good though. I can relate.
Young Kirsten: To which character?
Frank Chaudhary: All of them.

Frank Chaudhary: [referring to Kirsten] She’s moving into the closet.
Jeevan Chaudhary: Why do all kids love little Harry Potter rooms like that?
Frank Chaudhary: To make the world small.

Jeevan Chaudhary: You think she’s okay?
Frank Chaudhary: She just found out her parents died. She’s eight. She’s traumatized.
Jeevan Chaudhary: Makes three of us.

Jeevan Chaudhary: [as he finds Frank’s drugs] I’m sorry, heroin? We’re not heroin people, Frank. We’re barely weed people. You win awards.
Frank Chaudhary: I quit. I’m clean. It’s fine.
Jeevan Chaudhary: People don’t just quit heroin, Frank. Aren’t you in withdrawal?
Frank Chaudhary: I don’t have a cold.

Frank Chaudhary: It’s not sad, Jeevan. It just is.
Jeevan Chaudhary: It’s not great, Frank!
Frank Chaudhary: I can’t ghostwrite sober.
Jeevan Chaudhary: Then stop ghostwriting.
Frank Chaudhary: It’s the only job I can get.
Jeevan Chaudhary: Frank, there are no more jobs.

Frank Chaudhary: Whatever’s going on outside is irrelevant, because I haven’t been out on assignment in two years. Whatever I had, it’s gone. It’ll come back. Journalists have to go outside.
Jeevan Chaudhary: Then write a novel.
Frank Chaudhary: I don’t make s**t up!

Jeevan Chaudhary: If we have to leave, we leave together. You’ll get better. Your hip…
Frank Chaudhary: It’s not the hip, Jeevan.
Jeevan Chaudhary: We have a kid now.

Kirsten: [to her younger self] Don’t write the play. You leave one day too late.

News Anchor: Will likely happen in phases, I think. Networks and television have already stopped broadcasting. Likely the phone system next, and already, it’s failing. Power and the Internet will both hold on, and people who are holed up will continue to find one another online, but this will only conceal the reality that it’s already over. We’ve encountered a flu that does not incubate. It just explodes. We were not ready for a one in one thousand survival rate. Chicago’s not Chicago anymore. It’s just two point five million bodies.

Young Kirsten: What’s your job?
Frank Chaudhary: I’m a ghostwriter.
Young Kirsten: What are you ghostwriting?
Frank Chaudhary: An autobiography.
Young Kirsten: Don’t you have to write your own autobiography?
Frank Chaudhary: Not if you’re rich.

Frank Chaudhary: Listen, Kirsten, my brother does weird s**t sometimes. He brought home a bird once that he found on the sidewalk with a broken neck. He’s a terrible babysitter, and I’m sort of a shut-in, but we’re safe.

Young Kirsten: I had a brother. He died before he was born. Maybe he would have been at home with a babysitter when Jeevan tried to take me to my house.
Frank Chaudhary: I try not to think in maybes.

Young Kirsten: What happened to your leg?
Frank Chaudhary: Someone tried to blow me up.
Young Kirsten: Why?
Frank Chaudhary: I was in the wrong place. Sri Lanka. There’s a war there that never ends.

Frank Chaudhary: The last thing I remember before, I look up at my guide, and he’s running away. So I take a step, and bang. I got blown up. I floated.

Frank Chaudhary: [describing after he woke up in a hospital] I start screaming for help. And I look down and Jeevan is there, asleep on the floor. So I’m thinking I’m either dead, or I’m home.
Young Kirsten: Where were you?
Frank Chaudhary: Military base in Singapore. He got a twenty-four hour flight on Siya’s credit card.
Jeevan Chaudhary: I flew first class, by the way. She never found out.
Young Kirsten: She did.
Jeevan Chaudhary: Really?

Jeevan Chaudhary: By the way, I don’t think the flu is out there anymore.
Frank Chaudhary: You have no data whatsoever.

Jeevan Chaudhary: What’s the ration estimate on the food, Frank?
Frank Chaudhary: Ninety days.
Jeevan Chaudhary: Oh, ninety days? So what is that, twelve days until we starve? There’s your data. We have to leave. First thing tomorrow.
Frank Chaudhary: Autobiography’s not done.
Young Kirsten: Neither is my play, but I’m almost done.
Jeevan Chaudhary: Something tells me neither of you are going to finish.

Jeevan Chaudhary: Do you remember that film with the soccer team, and they eat each other? You don’t remember, you’re eight. Frank?
Frank Chaudhary: Alive?
Jeevan Chaudhary: Alive? Alive.
Frank Chaudhary: Yeah, it was a rugby team.
Jeevan Chaudhary: Okay, great. They were proactive.
Frank Chaudhary: You need more information. They had a plan. They had somewhere to go. They had a map. They knew what they…
Jeevan Chaudhary: Frank, this is what we know! They survived. They survived. Yeah, they had to eat each other, but they survived.

Jeevan Chaudhary: Look, I know it’s hard and it’s scary, but we’re going to starve to death, or freeze to death. And we can’t wait for him to get better. And we can’t just write plays and books.
Young Kirsten: I’m finished writing. We can do it tomorrow, then go. But we have to perform it.
Jeevan Chaudhary: But can we do it like now?
Young Kirsten: The costumes still aren’t done. Tomorrow. I promise.

Young Kirsten: What would you have done if you knew the flu was coming?
Jeevan Chaudhary: I would have come home earlier from LA. And I would have spent time with my mom before she died. And Siya. And that idiot, and we would have been together. I would have just done, I would have made the choice I wanted to make, you know? I’m always late for everything. How about you?
Young Kirsten: Said goodbye to Arthur. I didn’t get to say goodbye to anyone.
Jeevan Chaudhary: Yeah, well, say bye now.
Young Kirsten: He can’t hear me.

Frank Chaudhary: Well, I owe you a present, don’t I? I got this from our dadu, our grandfather. Had it in my pocket that day when I stepped on that mine. It’s a compass.
Young Kirsten: We’re going tomorrow. Just come.
Frank Chaudhary: It’s broken. No matter how you stand, it tells you you’re looking east. Jeev just made me think of it. And that day, when you were looking at the sunrise. That was a good feeling.

Young Kirsten: I made the whole play the death scene.
Frank Chaudhary: Who am I?
Young Kirsten: Lonagan.
Frank Chaudhary: So it’s my death scene.

Jeevan Chaudhary: [in Hindi] You’re leaving me alone.
Frank Chaudhary: [in Hindi] No. You can’t survive helping both of us. But she can’t survive without you. It’s the only way that you’re not left alone.

Jeevan Chaudhary: [doing Kirsten’s play based on Station Eleven] Why did you pull me on board? Why did you let me in here?
Frank Chaudhary: Protocol. Or I was lonely. This strange and awful time, was the happiest of my life.

Frank Chaudhary: [doing Kirsten’s play] You’re the only friend I’ve ever had.
Jeevan Chaudhary: You’re going to die, and I can’t stop it.
Frank Chaudhary: That’s true for everyone.
Jeevan Chaudhary: Good point.

Hooded Man: [enters their apartment as they’re doing the play] Please leave. I live here now.
Jeevan Chaudhary: Okay. It’s okay. You can have the place. We’re all packed. We were just leaving. Right, Frank? Come on, Frank. Let’s go. We’re all packed up. We were just leaving. It’s fine.
Frank Chaudhary: [to Jeevan] I’m really sorry, man.
Jeevan Chaudhary: Don’t.
Frank Chaudhary: I’m not leaving, man.
Jeevan Chaudhary: No, Frank.
Frank Chaudhary: It’s my home.

Kirsten: [as Jeevan is fighting with the hooded man] It’s okay. He survives. You leave here with him.
Young Kirsten: Frank too?
Kirsten: You get to see him again.
Young Kirsten: I shouldn’t have done the play.
Kirsten: This didn’t happen because you did the play. This isn’t your fault. This is just what happened.

Jeevan Chaudhary: [after Frank’s been stabbed and takes out the knife] You can’t just take it out like that, I don’t think, Frank. Siya. Siya. Siya! Siya! Come on!
Frank Chaudhary: Siya’s dead, Jeev.

Frank Chaudhary: I want to lie down in my bed.
[he takes his last breath as he dies]

Young Kirsten: [as they’re about to leave the apartment] You were really good as Dr. Eleven. I almost made you Lonagan.
Jeevan Chaudhary: So what happens next in your book?
Young Kirsten: It’s the two of them, Dr. Eleven, and the Rebel Undersea Leader. For a while.

Kirsten: I should probably go now. Goodbye, Frank. Wanted to say thank you for letting me stay here.

Tyler Leander: Cody died.
Kirsten: I saw. I’m sorry. You guys were together a long time.
Tyler Leander: There’s no before.

Tyler Leander: Why are you helping me?
Kirsten: [quoting from Station Eleven] “You’re going to die, and I can’t stop it.”
Tyler Leander: “Isn’t it that everyone?” I burned my copy when I left here. I remember the words pretty good. Not everything, but most of it. Forgot some parts.

Kirsten: [referring to the people at the airport] Why are you so sure the people who live here aren’t going to recognize you?
Tyler Leander: They don’t want to remember me. They think I’m dead.

Clark: I don’t think I’ve ever said this out loud. But I have always felt like a failure. Every room I’ve walked into, I felt hated. And I know it’s wrong, and I know it’s not true, but I feel it. I feel it, and I accept it.

Clark: This is not what we agreed. I let you get what you want with this theater troupe, but I will not allow it to become a distraction that puts our people in danger.
Elizabeth: Our people want to open the doors.

Elizabeth: You’re a crazy old man.
Clark: Uh-huh.

Clark: [after Kirsten and Tyler make it to the museum] And who are you?
Tyler Leander: Lonagan.
Clark: “What hath you done with the body, dear Lord?”
Tyler Leander: “Compounded it with dust, whereto ’tis kin.”
Clark: Yeah, everybody knows Hamlet though.
Tyler Leander: Yeah, but it’s just so good, you know? Reading it, it’s like being inside a different world. I don’t know, stupid probably.
Clark: I don’t think it’s stupid.

Kirsten: [doing a scene from Station Eleven] I stood looking over the damage, trying to remember the sweetness of life on Earth. But I couldn’t remember. Do you know what I remember? You, as a child. From before.
Tyler Leander: We don’t even know if it’s like it was before.
Kirsten: There is no before. No after. Only now.
Tyler Leander: I don’t buy it. The past is safe. Everything else changes.

Arthur Leander: [flashback, after Arthur introduced Clark to yourn Kirsten] Tanya, the kid wrangler, says that her life is sad. But you can’t tell, right?
Clark: No.

Kirsten: Just someone just say the plan. To get Sarah. We can’t stay. You guys, it’s not safe.
Alexandra: Yes, it is.
Kirsten: No, Alex. It’s not.
Alexandra: They’re excited for us. They’ve never seen a play.
Kirsten: Oh, they’ve never seen a play?
Alexandra: Never. We have to do the play.
Kirsten: What did you say?
Alexandra: I said that we… Well, you know, we made a commitment, and Elizabeth’s been directing us.
Kirsten: We direct ourselves!

Alexandra: Why would we leave the nicest place we’ve ever been?
Kirsten: Because they’re holding Sarah hostage.
Alexandra: No, they saved her! She would’ve died! And quarantine it’s just what they do here.

Kirsten: Sorry, who the f*** is Elizabeth?
Dieter: Elizabeth Colton.
Alexandra: She was a movie star from before?
Kirsten: Yes, I know who she was.
Sayid: Hey, wasn’t she married to Arthur Leander?
Kirsten: [suddenly realizes who Tyler is] Oh. Holy f***ing s**t.

Clark: I listened to you. And I agreed. I wanted the Traveling Symphony to come to try something new, and I’m admitting the museum isn’t doing the job anymore. But I assumed they’d be terrible, or just lighter.
Elizabeth: It’s f***ing Hamlet, Clark.

Clark: I never noticed how insolent Hamlet is to the power structures. The man insults the king.
Elizabeth: Claudius kills his father.
Clark: Yes, but he had his reasons. Nobody ever tells the story from that point of view. But Hamlet, imagine if our teenagers felt that anger, that clearly? And it’s like heroin.
Elizabeth: What are you saying, Clark?
Clark: I’m withdrawing my vote. They can’t perform.
Elizabeth: You can’t do that. Not now.
Clark: Obviously, they can’t be allowed to leave. We’ll have to keep them in custody. They know how to get here. They could bring back others.

Clark: [flashback] I’m a CEO whisperer. Really a lot of CEOs these days are kind of the sensitive types, so they have to learn the alpha moves.
Arthur Leander: You were a violin player in a punk band when we met.
Clark: Yeah, your point?
Arthur Leander: Who cares about alpha moves? The only thing you could do was to show people how you felt.
Clark: I’m aware I’ve changed.
Arthur Leander: And I respect that so much more, Clark. More than this whole chest-bumping macho attitude.

Arthur Leander: What about nice people? Or quiet people? Or even better, people who don’t even think like that at all? People who only make things for their own private reasons.
Clark: Arthur, you like those people because you dominate them from the start.
Arthur Leander: What does that mean?
Clark: They don’t push back against you because you’re a movie star. Oh, come on. You’re aware of that, yeah? What, you think it’s because they love you, or they’re scared of you, but it’s actually because they don’t care about you.

Clark: I’m just saying people in the business world are more honest.
Arthur Leander: Oh, Clark. No! No.
Clark: Yes! And I prefer it, because nobody’s pretending why they’re there.

Clark: I’m not saying I respect, or like these Ruling Elite m**herf***ers. And I’m not saying I don’t love what we used to do. Dressing up, telling stories, making magic.
Arthur Leander: Because that’s what matters. Making things. Miranda knew that. Always. And I don’t mean making things as in an art piece, or music for the elites. No, I mean, making things. And in order for that something to be transcendent, to hold up, it has to be great.

Clark: So that’s what you think you’re doing with Lear, huh? Yeah? Making something great?
Arthur Leander: No, I just think…
Clark: Because Miranda didn’t care if what she was doing was great. She didn’t care if anyone ever even read it. She had to do what she was doing.
Arthur Leander: You didn’t even know Miranda.
Clark: Miranda was my friend too! And I lost her because you needed more attention!

Clark: “I’m at my best when I’m escaping.” She said those exact words to me by the pool that night, after she realized you were f***ing your costar.
Arthur Leander: But I wasn’t. Everyone said. They all assumed. But in the end? I didn’t. Miranda left me. And she burned down my pool house.
Clark: She was tied to a boulder, and getting pulled to the bottom of the sea. And you? You were sad she didn’t like your heist movie.

Clark: Do you know what I really thought watching you today on stage? You’re great. You don’t deserve to be, because you haven’t earned it. And you shouldn’t be that great, but you are. And I’m not jealous. I don’t want to be you. I don’t want to be great. I just miss friendships.
Arthur Leander: Yeah, me too.

Miles: [referring to Kirsten and Tyler] Elizabeth. There’s something about him. I felt it when I caught them out there. I can’t shake it.
Elizabeth: You look like you’ve seen a ghost.

Elizabeth: You don’t actually think it’s Tyler?
Miles: Elizabeth, please.
Elizabeth: My son is dead.

Clark: Do people like me anymore?
Miles: People love you. People know you saved them. You built something great here. You guided us through an impossible time.
Clark: Then why do I feel so terrible?

Clark: [flashback, to Arthur] You know, I thought it would’ve been nice to get to know the boy, finally. But you abandoned me. I feel f***ing sorry for Tyler having you as a father.

Elizabeth: Tyler, say hi to your Uncle Clark. He had what’s called a “bender” last night.
Clark: Nice to meet you, Tyler.
Young Tyler: He’s my uncle?
Elizabeth: Well, he and your dad used to be friends.
Arthur Leander: No, we’re friends. We still are.

Miles: And now it’s a different time.
Clark: What’s different?
Miles: We’re old as s**t.

Tyler Leander: I used to use the jetways to get around. You can get anywhere in the airport.
Kirsten: I guess there is a before.

Kirsten: They’re holding you to get the troupe to perform. This place, it’s not safe. We have to go.
Sarah: So where would I go?
Kirsten: With us.

Sarah: Nineteen times around the lake, and I thought I was going to make it twenty, but my bones is cold.
Kirsten: But I mean, you’ll heal.
Sarah: My heart’s broken. Go. Say goodbye. You got to get better at that. And don’t tell them that I’m dead until after.
Kirsten: After what?
Sarah: The play. The play’s the thing.

Sarah: Nothing’s gone. Nothing’s ever gone.

Tyler Leander: [to Kirsten] Look, I told you, no one leaves this place alive. The Before, it’s coming back. I won’t let it.

Tyler Leander: [referring to the memorial plaque] Of course he took credit. Clark used to take over with his lies.
Kirsten: Who are they?
Tyler Leander: All the people who died out there. Gitchegumee Air, Flight 452. They landed the same day as us. A few hours later. They didn’t let them off though. They were sick. We were inside. Nice and safe. But it’s time for Tyler and Elizabeth to go.
Kirsten: So you ran away. And you let everyone believe that you died. And when you were alone, you thought about Station Eleven.

Tyler Leander: What happened to you in the First Hundred?
Kirsten: I was in Chicago. I was lucky for a kid. I had a grownup who cared about me. Right before the Flu, I was in a play, with Arthur Leander. I knew him. I loved him, actually. He was kind to me. He talked about his son, a lot. We were supposed to meet at the premiere. But then, they were late.

Kirsten: Arthur gave me Station Eleven. And when I read it, it didn’t matter that the world was ending. Because it was the world. Tyler, you didn’t come back here for that.
Tyler Leander: Then why did I come back?
Kirsten: Because they didn’t die. They’re all still alive. You left.
Tyler Leander: I remember being locked up for trying to help someone. I remember that they failed. I remember damage. Then escape. Then adrift in a stranger’s galaxy for a long, long time. But I’m safe now. I found it again. There is a Before. It was just awful. I release you from the Undersea.

Tyler Leander: [as he’s set fire to the memorial plaque] This is all your fault! You brought it back! You brought everything back!
Clark: Tyler? Tyler. Thank God you’re alive.
Tyler Leander: I don’t know you, or you.
Clark: F*** you. You could have spared your mother twenty years of pain!
Elizabeth: Clark, stop talking.
Clark: No. Why have you come back? Why do this to her?
Tyler Leander: I’m not doing this to her.
[then we see the museum blowup]

Frank Chaudhary: [watching the museum burn, Kirsten has flashback] Okay, so what does happen?
Young Kirsten: The story ends before you find out.
Frank Chaudhary: Hold on. What’s your argument? Not what they think. Not what the author thought. What do you think?
Young Kirsten: Are you mad at me?
Frank Chaudhary: No. You’re just not done.

Young Kirsten: Frank told me your nickname.
Jeevan Chaudhary: What nickname?
Young Kirsten: Leaving Jeevan.
Jeevan Chaudhary: You are getting so good.
Young Kirsten: Are you leaving, Jeevan?
Jeevan Chaudhary: [referring to the knife that was used to kill Frank] No. I wish you hadn’t kept that knife.

Young Kirsten: [after failing to shoot the woman who attacked Jeevan] Are you mad at me?
Jeevan Chaudhary: Your reading is out of control.
Young Kirsten: I’m sorry. I should have been watching.
Jeevan Chaudhary: You’re supposed to say that first.

Young Kirsten: She was number eight. The lady who hit you with a beanbag in the head.
Jeevan Chaudhary: Oh, right.
Young Kirsten: She was number eight on the list of other people.

Jeevan Chaudhary: You know, we actually missed one. Beanbag lady, she’s actually number nine.
Young Kirsten: Who did we miss?
[then we see flashback to the hooded man that killed Frank]

Jeevan Chaudhary: [to young Kirsten] I can’t stay here for the winter. You need other kids. I need other adults.

Young Kirsten: Why are you so mad at me?
Jeevan Chaudhary: I’m not. Whatever happens to you is my fault! I haven’t made a single choice for myself since I met you. I was just supposed to walk you home.
Young Kirsten: You made us leave Frank’s.
Jeevan Chaudhary: Yeah, but we waited too long! We stayed for your f***ing play!

Jeevan Chaudhary: [as he’s out looking for Kirsten’s book] You had to keep “Leaving Jeevan” alive? Couldn’t resist?
Frank Chaudhary: We talked. She asked about you.
Jeevan Chaudhary: Put a little “f*** you” in her pocket on the way out the door? “Just remember, Kirsten, he’s unreliable.”
Frank Chaudhary: I never thought that.

Jeevan Chaudhary: [referring to Station Eleven] So pretentious!

Terry: [after they’ve taken and rescued Jeevan] Doctor. You’ve been shanghaied. How’s the head?
Jeevan Chaudhary: Is this the afterlife?
Terry: No. Life’s comeback.

Terry: It’s a solstice miracle. Lara delivered you to us. I needed another doctor, or I knew I’d end up with a mass grave out back in the employee parking lot. What were you doing two hundred and seventy-six days ago?
Jeevan Chaudhary: There’s a little girl.
Terry: The vernal equinox.
Jeevan Chaudhary: Lady, I got to f***ing go. There’s a nine year-old girl in the cabin.

Terry: [referring tp the pregnant women] These women are heroes. We lost close to nine billion last year. Next week, we get fifteen or sixteen post-pandemic babies back. It’s a f***ing time bomb of joy. And I need your help. Yeah. I need another doctor.
Jeevan Chaudhary: I’m not a doctor.
Terry: [turns to the women] Yeah. Yeah, good.
Terry: [to the unconscious Jeevan] You’re a doctor.

Terry: I have a dozen women in this birth center who are prenatally synchronized.
Jeevan Chaudhary: I don’t care!
Terry: And I believe every single one of them will give birth at the exact same time in four days.
Jeevan Chaudhary: I don’t know you! I don’t know any of these people!
Terry: [reveals his amputated toes] Sorry about the amputation. You would have died.

Rose: You’re the one who’s pretending to be a doctor?
Jeevan Chaudhary: Yeah.

Terry: [as one of the women is about to give birth] Would you like to assist? Doctor?
Jeevan Chaudhary: No. But I’ll observe.

Terry: I’m sorry about the foot. What mauled you?
Jeevan Chaudhary: A wolf.
Terry: And who was the girl?
Jeevan Chaudhary: Just someone I ended up with.

Terry: I got fired by Good Samaritan in Pittsburgh. I ran a Ponzi scheme with the orderlies. Lost my medical license. So, I was home when every other doctor died. And then my husband.
Jeevan Chaudhary: My sister was a doctor. And my brother died right in front of me.
Terry: Then you’re already qualified. The courage to bear witness to death is the job, the courage to be there.
Jeevan Chaudhary: I don’t want anybody else to die. Or get hurt, or be in pain.

Jeevan Chaudhary: Who are you waiting for?
Rose: Just someone I ended up with. We need new words. Who was the last person you met before? Who was the first person you met after?

Lara: What, Jeevan?
Jeevan Chaudhary: I need help.
Lara: What are we doing? Are we hugging?
Jeevan Chaudhary: Yeah.
Lara: You okay?
Jeevan Chaudhary: What’s it like being pregnant?
Lara: It’s good. Scary. There’s a person inside me. I don’t like strangers.

Lara: Hi. Can I help?
Jeevan Chaudhary: Well, you’re in labor.
Lara: I can be in labor and still help.

Pregnant Woman: You know, you don’t have to still keep pretending that you’re like a medical doctor.
Jeevan Chaudhary: I’m not pretending.
Pregnant Woman: You’re a healer.

Terry: [after Rose dies from giving birth] She delivered. Dr. Chaudhary helped Rose feel safer. Thank you.
Young Tyler: If I leave the baby here, will it die?
Terry: More likely she’ll die if she goes with you. David, I’m sorry to say that. I’ll find someone. Mothers will keep coming here.
Jeevan Chaudhary: You want to see Rose before you go?
Young Tyler: There’s no before.
Jeevan Chaudhary: [as Tyler leaves] Well, I guess he’s not the father.
Terry: So many orphans in this world.

Terry: I love goodbyes. Death’s worse.

Terry: Names are funny. When my husband died, I figured why not? Take his name. You’ll miss him less.
Jeevan Chaudhary: So what’s your real name?
Terry: Deborah.
Terry: [referring to the name tags in Jeevan’s name and as Dr. Eleven] I didn’t know which one you preferred. Guess you’re both.

Lara: [as they’re about to leave] You ready?
Jeevan Chaudhary: No.

Frank Chaudhary: [as Jeevan returns to the cabin to look for Kirsten] She’s gone.
Jeevan Chaudhary: Yeah.
Frank Chaudhary: Everybody’s gone.
Jeevan Chaudhary: You’re exhausted.

Jeevan Chaudhary: I’m not okay.
Frank Chaudhary: You got her here. She’ll find someone. She’s good at it. She found you.

Jeevan Chaudhary: [in Year Twenty] Frank dropped my stethoscope in the water. They’re so stupid.
Lara: So are you.

Jeevan Chaudhary: [referring to their daughter] Where is Auddie?
Lara: I don’t know.
Jeevan Chaudhary: What did you tell her?
Lara: That sometimes you do house calls. But you’d come back. You always do.

Jeevan Chaudhary: Promise me I’ll see your face again.
Auddie: Promise.
Jeevan Chaudhary: Okay. I love you. Take care of your big brothers. They need you.
[we then see Jeevan going off to do his doctor rounds]

Clark: [over phone] Well, how did it go with Arthur?
Miranda Carroll: He asked me out. We made a plan. Just our paths crossed at the wrong time.

Alexandra: [referring to life in the airport] Is this Before?
Dieter: No. But it’s like Before, only Soylent Green before.

Kirsten: You know, every town we go to has fought for twenty years to survive. Not one of them has ever locked us up, held our members hostage. So I’m sorry about your fire. But f*** you. You’re not special. What? What have you lost?
Elizabeth: The Museum of Civilization.
Kirsten: Lucky you. The world is still full of garbage from Before.
Elizabeth: I’ve lost more.
Kirsten: But he came back.

Elizabeth: My son died in a fire. Ask anyone.
Kirsten: No. Your son ran away. And now, he came back. No one finds people from Before. The flu took everything from everyone. So it matters getting anybody back.
Elizabeth: I thought my son burned himself alive, in front of me. And he did that to me so that I would have no hope. I didn’t even get to have the dream. Who’s back? I have no idea who my son even is. He won’t even speak to me. He just stares back at me like I’m a f***ing ghost.

Elizabeth: [after Kirsten suggests she play Gertrude in their play] I’m not an actor anymore, I’m directing.
Kirsten: No. I’m the director. But this is how you talk to your son. We do one show, then we leave. The entire Symphony.

Alexandra: Who’s playing Hamlet? You?
Kirsten: The Prophet. When we got separated, I went to find him. To kill him, to protect you, to protect all of us. And when I found him, there were just children everywhere. And he said that you were in danger, and he knew how to find you. And I didn’t.
Alexandra: I don’t care. I saw you leave with him, last night.

Jim: I did not realize you were also a graphic novelist.
Miranda Carroll: I started the day my family died.
Jim: Your whole family died on the same day?
Miranda Carroll: They did.
Jim: I’m sorry.
Miranda Carroll: I’m glad they’re not here.

Jeevan Chaudhary: [as he’s treating Clark for his burn wounds, he finds Sarah] What are you feeling, Sarah?
Sarah: I’m ready.
Jeevan Chaudhary: Okay. It’s okay. You can let go. We’re not alone.
Sarah: [as the lights go out] Do you hear that?
Jeevan Chaudhary: [Sarah then takes her last breath] Rest in peace, Sarah.

Kirsten: [as Elizabeth shows her where Tyler is being held] You guys have a real prison thing.
Elizabeth: He gets out of everything. He’s like Houdini.

Kirsten: Your mom’s playing Gertrude.
Tyler Leander: Why?
Kirsten: Because you’re Hamlet.
Tyler Leander: Cody was the one who wanted to be an actor, not me.
Kirsten: You should talk to your mom.
Tyler Leander: You should get out of here, with all your friends.
Kirsten: After the play.

Jeevan Chaudhary: [to Miles, refering to Clark’s wounds] There’s a lot that can be done in the next few weeks that will help. Having just one person, it’s a big deal. Just one other person.

Clark: The answer is still no. You can’t play Gertrude, and Tyler can’t play f***ing Hamlet, because it isn’t f***ing art therapy. It is civilization.
Elizabeth: It’s the only way he’ll talk to me, Clark. It’s all I want.
Clark: And all I want is a f***ing time machine!

Kirsten: You’re right. Tyler’s dangerous. I tried to kill him. I wanted to. But I couldn’t.
Clark: Why not?
Kirsten: [shows him Statio Eleven] Do you know what this is?
Clark: It’s Miranda’s book. How?
Elizabeth: Did Tyler give you that?
Kirsten: No. Arthur did.

Kirsten: I was Young Goneril in King Lear. We met backstage.
Clark: My God. You’re Kiki. Arthur loved you.
Kirsten: He loved Tyler too.

Clark: [to Kirsten] We’ll do your goddamn play. I’ll be Claudius. It’s what Arthur would’ve wanted.

Alexandra: [as they’re about to begin the play] How do you feel? Right now.
Tyler Leander: Like I don’t know what I’m going to do.
Alexandra: That feeling’s perfect for the scene.

Tyler Leander: Kirsten. Why are you helping me?
Kirsten: Stabbing you didn’t work. Break a leg.

Clark: [as Tyler is pointing Kirsten’s knife at him during the play] I loved him too, Tyler.

Tyler Leander: I’m sorry for burning down your tower.
Elizabeth: Oh, well, I’m glad you did. I hated that f***ing place. I’m sorry too. For what happened here. For everything. I would’ve gone with you. Why didn’t you just ask me to come?
Tyler Leander: You wanted to stay.

Elizabeth: Were you happier? After?
Tyler Leander: Yeah.
Elizabeth: Okay. So you’ll leave again. I understand.
Tyler Leander: Mom. Just come.
Elizabeth: Okay.

Miranda Carroll: [over phone] Captain, I need you to go against every single instinct you have and let the dead be gone. You don’t know me, but my name is Miranda Carroll. I’m forty years-old, I was born in the Virgin Islands, and I lost my whole family to a hurricane. Hurricane Hugo. Maybe you know it.
Captain Hugo Bennett: I was named after it.
Miranda Carroll: Then you get it. It’s over. There is no rescue mission.

Miranda Carroll: [over phone] Lock the doors. Don’t let them out.
Captain Hugo Bennett: Who?
Miranda Carroll: Your passengers.
Captain Hugo Bennett: Why would I do that?
Miranda Carroll: The people on that plane are dead already. They’re all ghosts. So am I. So are you. But the people in that airport…
Captain Hugo Bennett: The people in here don’t deserve to die like caged animals.
Miranda Carroll: No. They don’t deserve it.

Miranda Carroll: Everybody I loved and who loved me died right in front of me, Captain. A live wire came through our flooded home. I should’ve died too. But I was coloring up on the countertop. So I survived. The people in the airport…
Captain Hugo Bennett: They’re on the countertop.
Miranda Carroll: That’s right. They’re all up on the countertop now.

Miranda Carroll: Have you got family, Captain?
Captain Hugo Bennett: I do. A small one. My wife’s not answering. Left a message.
Miranda Carroll: What message did you leave?
Captain Hugo Bennett: That I’d be home soon.

Clark: They’re all heroes on board that plane. Every single one of them. Those people saved us.
Miles: So did you. All those big speeches at the perfect time.
Clark: I was f***ing good at the big speeches, wasn’t I?
Miles: They got me.
Clark: But you, Miles, you turned on the lights.

Alexandra: I love you, Kirsten.
Kirsten: I love you.
Alexandra: Goodbye.
Kirsten: Wait, now?
[Alexandra then rides off on her horse to join Tyler]

Kirsten: [after their emotional reunion] What’s it called, your island?
Jeevan Chaudhary: Delano. Lara’s from there. Islands are great when you got kids. There’s only so far they can run. Raising kids is hard, you know? You go in and out of sync. It’s like a yo-yo. You love them, but you get angry. You scare them, they run away.
Kirsten: I was never scared with you.
Jeevan Chaudhary: I was always scared. Then I met this girl. Said I’d walk her home. It was so cold. She forgot her key.
Kirsten: [she embraces him] You walked her home. Thank you.

Jeevan Chaudhary: There goes your family.
Kirsten: Yep. I’ll put the airport on the wheel. Bring your family next year.
Jeevan Chaudhary: Yeah. They know all about you. Frank, and Key, and Auddie. I tell them the story. Goodbye, Kirsten.
Kirsten: Bye. Bye.

Ed Flynn: [to Riley] You’re going to sit here at this table, after what you’ve done, and say, “Oh, church isn’t for me?” And make jokes about altar boys, and Monsignor Pruitt? No. Nope. You are going to church tomorrow, Riley. And every other Sunday. I don’t care if your heart’s not in it, or the mood doesn’t strike you. You can consider it a condition of your parole.

Father Paul: Good morning. I know I’m not who you expected to see this morning.

Wade: Welcome to the Pot, what’s left of it anyway.
Father Paul: The Crock Pot!
Wade: Yeah, well, it’s a cute nickname, yeah. But you know, it’s true. We are a melting pot, a grab bag.
Dolly: A piñata, even. A whole variety of different flavors, that just keeps getting pummeled with some huge awful stick.
Wade: We sure are glad to add you to the stew.

Annie Flynn: My son Riley, he’s…
Riley Flynn: Not exactly in a state of grace right now.
Father Paul: Hey, look, I think that’s great. Turns out I’m not much use to people who are in a state of grace. Jesus, he didn’t really have that much interest for those kind of people either. No, he seemed to go straight for those folks who weren’t in a state of grace. They were his favorite people, turns out. They were the ones he called friends.

Erin Greene: It’s the prodigal son.
Riley Flynn: No, I think, you’re the prodigal one. I’m just the black sheep.

Erin Greene: [to Riley] Look at us, back where we started. The one place we swore we’d never end up.

Riley Flynn: It’s funny, most guys find Jesus in prison.
Erin Greene: Well, you always went your own way.
Riley Flynn: Yeah, that wasn’t it though. I threw away the Bible the first night. But it wasn’t instant. And I did go looking. I really did. There’s a lot of time to read in there, and I read it all. Torah, Quran, Talmud, Tao Te Ching. Judaism, Buddhism, Islam, Jainism. Figured if I was looking for God, I should look everywhere. Came out of that an atheist.
Erin Greene: What? I’m supposed to be the godless heathen, and you are the altar boy.

Riley Flynn: And you’re pregnant.
Erin Greene: Yeah, I am.
Riley Flynn: I bet that’s a story.
Erin Greene: It is and it isn’t. Littlefoot saved my life.

Erin Greene: How are you?
Riley Flynn: I don’t know. That’s kind of the whole thing. I don’t know. I have no idea. I mean, in prison, it was easy. I had things to do, you know. Count the days. Count down the sentence. Eeat, sleep, read. It’s all pretty carefully spelled out for you. Regimented. But here, here I have nothing. What, am I going to get a job? Go to school? I have no money, no prospects. I just exist now. That’s it. I have absolutely no purpose at all. I’m just sitting in my parents house, breathing, and serving no purpose to anyone whatsoever. I’m just living.

Riley Flynn: And that’s the worst part, because I shouldn’t be alive, Erin. So I don’t know. What I do here. I eat. Sleep. S**t. I don’t know. Walk home now, eat dinner, wait out this f***ing storm.
Erin Greene: There you go. Do that. Ride out the storm tonight. And then tomorrow, you’ll see what tomorrow’s all about. Find another project. I’m sorry. For what you’ve been through. I’m really, really sorry.

Riley Flynn: No, I swear, it’s the hat, the coat. I know the outfit, and it’s him.
Ed Flynn: No, he’s on the mainland.
Riley Flynn: It’s Pruitt!

Father Paul: Rebirth, resurrection, eternal life. Life that rises again. Even out of blackness, love rises again. Even out of sin. And this island, it will rise again. Even out of disaster, rebirth, restoration, eternal life.

Father Paul: Do you know what psalms are? They’re songs. The word psalm from the Greek psalmoi. It means “music”. Songs of prayer. Songs of praise. That’s who we are. That’s who we must be. That’s what it means to have faith, that in the darkness, in the worst of it, in the absence of light, and hope, we sing. “Restore us,” we sing to the sky. And He will, my friends. He will. That same hand that dealt you your hardship, that same hand will make you whole.

Father Paul: Riley, remember you are dust, and to dust you shall return. Bless you, son.

Attractive Woman: Well, don’t look now, but I think we’re upsetting your clergy.
Dr. Sarah Gunning: Oh. He’s not mine. He’s new. But I guess they all kind of have that same… They have had the same old monsignor here since before I was born. And he would stare at me just like that. All the time. Even back when I was a kid. I remember it freaking me out, thinking…
Attractive Woman: “He knows.”
Dr. Sarah Gunning: Oh, yeah. Exactly, he knew!

Father Paul: I understand why Crockett doesn’t have a chapter already. I can’t imagine that there’s much of a demand. But that doesn’t mean that there isn’t a need. Plenty of problem drinkers, especially these days. One full-blown alcoholic already, who’s responsible for the drunken hunting accident that paralyzed little Leeza, I’m told.
Riley Flynn: Yeah, I don’t know that I’d call it a hunting accident. There’s not much big game around here. I think Joe was just shooting to shoot.
Father Paul: Yeah, and he still won’t put down the bottle. But someone like you, Riley,
someone who already has, could set quite the example. Can you imagine that? The good you could do? Just by skipping a trip to the mainland?

Erin Greene: [to Riley] I used to think, “One day I’ll be older, and I’ll get drink tickets, and I will exchange them for a glass of wine. And that’s when I’ll feel like an adult.” And now here we are. Two adults, with drink tickets, that neither of us can use.

Erin Greene: She’s just everywhere here. Her memory. I work in the same job. I live in the same house, sleep in the same bed. And I’m alone, just like her. And I keep telling myself it’s only temporary, but…
Riley Flynn: You’re nothing like her. I remember that much. And you’re going to be…
Erin Greene: Fine.
Riley Flynn: Great. As a teacher, as a mother, whatever else you do. There’s a lot I don’t know about you anymore, but I know that. You’re going to be great.

Joe Collie: [referring to his dog] He was poisoned! That’s what happened. You don’t like me? That’s fine! S**t I done, I don’t care about me so much either. But what did he ever do? What did he ever do to you?

Bev Keane: [referring to the poison] After those cats, not knowing what on earth could have done it, I put some out, strategically, carefully, around my property. A few others requested I do the same for them. And if that poor dog, if it ingested some, accidentally, well, I’ll just be a wreck. Is that what you’re telling me? Please, if that’s what occurred, if you’re certain, well, I don’t know if I’ll ever forgive myself. So is it? And are you? Certain, I mean.
Sheriff Hassan: I’m not telling you that. Can’t say just about anything for certain.

Joe Collie: [referring to Bowl] Kid’s just helping me out.
Sheriff Hassan: Kid’s a drug dealer.
Joe Collie: Not when he’s here, he’s not. And he’s about the only person on this island treats me like a human being. So if that’s the reason, well, I kind of wish all you a**holes was drug dealers.

Joe Collie: Did you charge her yet?
Sheriff Hassan: Miss Keane insists she has no idea what happened.
Joe Collie: Oh, she insists? Why didn’t you just f***ing say so. That changes everything.

Joe Collie: There weren’t no accident, okay? But you know what, Sheriff? I didn’t expect this would go any different. Not with me, not here, not with her. She killed half the island with that f***ing settlement. What’s one more dog on the pile?

Sheriff Hassan: I know Bev Keane too, alright? Not as well as you, but enough to know you’re not wrong about her. You’re not wrong, Joe.

Riley Flynn: Catholic Church in a nutshell. All over the world, these small, starving villages with big, fancy churches. Getting bigger and fancier, while the towns dry up. Churches just popping up like fat, plump little ticks sucking the town dry.
Father Paul: Okay, so we can safely say you’re not practicing.
Riley Flynn: That’s safe.

Riley Flynn: You ever heard of RR?
Father Paul: RR?
Riley Flynn: AA for pirates?
Father Paul: [smiles] Oh.
Riley Flynn: Rational Recovery. It’s based more on reason and psychology. It’s about empowering people instead of saying they’re powerless.
Father Paul: So you’re the higher power, is that how it works?

Father Paul: Being your own higher power, how is that working out for you?
Riley Flynn: I haven’t had a drop in four years.
Father Paul: Not much of a selection in prison though, is there?

Father Paul: Alcohol isn’t good or bad. Not itself. But it’s people.

Father Paul: Suffering can be a gift. It all just depends on us. What we do with it, how we react to it. So, alcohol, that isn’t good or bad. And the same with guilt, grief, suffering. It just depends on what we do with it. What’s more empowering than that?

Riley Flynn: No. Alcohol isn’t good or bad. But the version of me that would come out when I had enough to drink, he was bad. He was selfish, and careless, and he ruined my life. There is a saboteur inside of me, and I always thought, you know, we’d work it out. We’d learn to live with each other, because he wouldn’t really hurt me. Not me. I fed him, so he wouldn’t hurt me. And then one morning I woke up and found out he killed someone. I had killed someone. So who’s to blame there? I am to blame there. And God? He just kind of let it happen, didn’t he?

Riley Flynn: See, that’s the part I cannot square. Because you’re right, there is so much suffering in the world. So much. And then there’s this higher power. This higher power who could erase all that pain, just wave his hand and make it all go away, but doesn’t? No. No, thank you. The worst part is that it lets all the rest of us off the hook.

Riley Flynn: We can watch so many people just slip into these bottomless pits of awful, and we can stand it. We can tolerate it, because we can say things like, “God works in mysterious ways.” Like there’s a plan? Like something good’s going to come out of it? Nothing good came out of my drinking. Nothing good came out of me killing that poor girl. Nothing good came out of Joe Collie’s drinking. And not a single good thing comes out of Leeza never being able to walk again. Nothing good came out of a metric ton of crude oil filling up the bay. And the only thing, the only f***ing thing that lets people stand by, watching all this suffering, doing nothing, doing f***ing nothing, is the idea that suffering can be a gift from God. What a monstrous idea, Father.

Father Paul: Look, there’s nothing in the scripture, or in the world for that matter, that suggests God negates personal accountability. There’s certainly nothing in the program to suggest that. Not at all, in fact. I believe God can take our work, even our awful works, and turn them into something else. I know He can find the good in them, and find the love in them, whether we see it or not. That I know, Riley Flynn. That I know.

Riley Flynn: I’m asking, how did you know that?
Father Paul: I really don’t have an answer that’s going to satisfy you. Not you. I mean, if I told somebody else that I could just feel it as she wheeled past me on that ramp, that I could almost see it, that I could almost hear her voice inside my head. I felt so connected to her at that moment. That might be good enough for someone, but not for you, is it, Riley Flynn?
Riley Flynn: I suppose I’d want more.
Father Paul: Yeah, and I’ll always wish that I could give you more. But that’s all I got.

Father Paul: For most of us, eternity, it’s an abstract. It’s a metaphor, a colorful exaggeration. When we’re waiting for something we want, it takes forever. We sit in traffic for an eternity. Abstracts, metaphors, colorful exaggerations. To us, maybe, but not to God. Not to Him. And it shouldn’t be for us either.

Father Paul: God’s gifts are as tangible as the ground beneath our feet. And His covenant, it’s not abstract. No. It’s a contract, scrawled in flesh, inked in the blood of the martyrs. And yet, try as we might, we cannot visualize, we cannot mentally picture the rewards promised.

Father Paul: Well, if you’re here seeking to know answers to the unknowable, it’s incumbent upon me to tell you that I have none. And if you want to know why, or how God’s will shapes the world, brothers and sisters, so do I. I don’t have all the answers. Nobody does. What I do have though, and what God gives us plentifully, are mysteries. God gives us miracles very rarely, here and there, but mysteries?

Father Paul: The more that we know, the less we bend. The more brittle we become, the easier to break. Like some would say this island broke. Was broken. But I am here to tell you, the resurrection, body and soul, the redemption, body and soul, the miracles waiting for us here on Crockett Island. Not metaphors, not abstracts, not colorful exaggerations, no.

Father Paul: [to Sarah] You take care of people. Me and your mother, this whole island. You are a comfort to people. I’m proud of you.

Leeza: I hate you. Honesty is important, so we’ll start there. I hate you, Joe Collie. I’ve hated you for years, and the things I’ve imagined doing to you, I want you to hurt. I want you to suffer. I want you to make those noises my dad made when he put his hand over the bullet hole in my spine. I want you to beg for my forgiveness, so that I can tell you no. I want you to live in complete, absolute misery. So when I say this place is just like I pictured it, what I really mean is it’s just like I hoped it would be.

Leeza: You stole from me. Not just who I was, but who I could’ve been. You stole from me things I didn’t even have yet. You reached through time, Joe Collie! You reached through time, and you stole. All of that is true, and all that is still in here, but that’s not why I came here today. I came here today… I forgive you. I forgive you, Joe Collie. I forgive you, and I see you now. I see you. And I’m still angry with you. But it’s different. Even now just saying it, it’s different. Do you want to know why it’s different? Because the only thing standing between you and a better life, is you. The only thing standing in my way was hate. The only thing standing in your way is you.

Leeza: Do you know what Proverbs means? What the Book of Proverbs is? It means wisdom. Wisdom and knowledge. So, if God can forgive you, and He says He can, all over the place, He says it, then I can forgive you. And if I can forgive you, Joe Collie, then anyone can.

Sheriff Hassan: I am more than comfortable with my son studying a Bible. Thrilled, actually. I’ve done it myself. But where I think there’s an issue is that this is a public school. That’s the thing. And I think what’s concerning some of us is not the Bible itself, but that it was handed out. Distributed to the kids here. I just ask you to consider how you’d feel, if you sent your child to a public school, and they came home with a copy of the Quran, asking about the Prophet Muhammad. You’d feel it was an issue. If I went around handing out copies of the Quran to the children on this island, purely in the interest of the pursuit of knowledge, well, I’d expect you chase me out of town, Miss Keane.

Bev Keane: We are living in a miraculous time. Right here, right now, on Crockett Island. There are actual bona fide miracles happening before our eyes at St. Patrick’s. And this community, Sheriff, you should know this, you are responsible for observing this community. This community is in the midst of a full-blown religious revival at the moment. And if the children of this community cannot discuss that in their local school, well, I just don’t know what that is.

Erin Greene: [referring to Bev] I couldn’t stay in that room listening to her bulls**t one more minute. It’s like this particular brand of self-righteousness, that is exclusive to a certain breed of religious. I’ve never liked that. Never.

Riley Flynn: I did my fearless moral inventory, and I found out that, man, I am a coward.
Erin Greene: Don’t do that. Don’t talk about yourself like that. If anyone else talked about you like that, I’d…
Riley Flynn: You’d what?
Erin Greene: I’d kick their a**.

Mildred Gunning: [to Sarah] Where have I been? Somewhere dark? But just now, it’s like I woke up, and there you are.

Father Paul: So Leeza’s forgiven you. And I heard your confession today, and God forgave you. Who does that leave?
Joe Collie: I guess I’m not as quick to forgive as they are.

Riley Flynn: You showed up, Joe. You’re here, that’s enough. It won’t be forever, but for tonight it is. For tonight, it’s everything.

Joe Collie: Pruitt Recreation Center, what a f***ing legacy. I mean, why not just name it Bev Keane’s Money Laundry? That’s all it really was. Hmm? Bev Keane’s Coin Laundry. Or Bev Keane’s Con Laundry. Or Beverly f***ing Keane’s Queen Evil B**ch Emporium, Embezzlement R Us Incorporated, L-L-f***ing-C.
Riley Flynn: Well, you’d need a bigger sign.

Joe Collie: Well, it just shows to go you, don’t it? Never assume. Words to live by, them. Never assume.

Joe Collie: Does it ever get any different? For people like us?
Riley Flynn: I don’t think so. Nothing around us changes. I mean, maybe if we work really hard, then maybe we become different. Then maybe at least it feels different? I don’t know.
Joe Collie: Here’s to becoming different people.

Sheriff Hassan: [referring to his wife] Do you know what it does? What pancreatic cancer does to someone? Would you like me to tell you? Because I don’t want to. I never, ever want you to know what she went through. I bear that for both of us, and that’s right. She kept her faith. She honored Him to her last moment, and if God really worked that way, if He decided that He was going to heal some people, and not others, if He chose to spare some, and not others, if He handed Leeza Scarborough a miracle, but let a child die of a brain tumor across the way in the mainland… No. No, that’s not how it works, Ali. It’s not. That’s not how God works. No matter how exciting the stories are at St. Patrick’s. Or the Buddhists, or Scientologists. It’s not magic. It’s not.

Father Paul: [recounting how Pruitt was attacked by a vampiric creature] Those eyes. Eyes and skin and hands, but also wings. A sense of great wings enfolding him, and his mind finally found the word. The word was unearthed by his fear like the tomb was unearthed by the storm. And the word was “angel”. Angel.

Father Paul: [after Father Paul is revealed to be young Pruitt] I knew the journey would be long. But I knew where this angel was needed, and so I’d travel and I’d wait, and the angel would catch up. I’d travel and wait in fear. Lord, fear that someone would discover it, or that one night it wouldn’t be there, it wouldn’t fly to me. And when it did, I knew I’d have to hide it. And so I’d hid it in earth, and packed it with antiquities, and I’d leave the rest to God. Leave it to God that I might bring it safely home to the people who needed it most. And by Your grace, I did. And I knew all the while that I’d have to lie. Lie to the very people I’m here to save. To the dear souls of this island, so that we may bring them Your love, and Your mercy, and Your miracles.

Father Paul: Forgive me, Lord, for the small lies I must tell in Your service. Oh, my God. I am heartily sorry for having offended Thee, and I detest all my sins because I dread the loss of Heaven and the pains of Hell. But most of all because they offend Thee. Oh, my God, who are all good and deserving of all my love. I firmly resolve with the help of Thy grace to confess all my sins, to do penance and to amend my life. Amen.

Dr. Sarah Gunning: And who am I?
Mildred Gunning: You are my world. My heart and soul. My daughter, Sarah. The doctor.

Erin Greene: A lot of people cross-stitch Bible verses. But my mom goes with the passage from Lamentations. It’s a special kind of self-pity to identify with the destruction of Jerusalem.

Erin Greene: She said, “Everyone gets their wings clipped at some point.” And I asked the next question. It’s the only question a kid’s going to ask when they hear something like that. I said, “Mom, did you get your wings clipped?” And she said, “Yep. Oh, yes. Day you were born.”

Erin Greene: [referring to her mother] I ruined her life. But Littlefoot? You see, that baby saved mine. Because I did it. I did what I said I was going to do. I ran away at sixteen. I was going to be an actress. I was going to be a star. And I traveled, and I lived. And by the time I woke up, and the drugs had worn off, I looked up and I had married my mother.

Erin Greene: [referring to her baby] She saved me. And now she’s just gone. And how is that possible? How is that possible?

Riley Flynn: I have this dream. This recurring dream, I’ve had it since I was inside. I’m floating out in the middle of the bay. Middle of the water. Just gray water. Morning water. The sky lightening as the sun’s about to rise. And if I could just point the bow, find a wind, or an oar, paddle with my goddamn hands if I had to, to a different shore. Start a new life. That dream always ends with the sunrise. Always. I never get further than that sunrise. That part I can see, clear as day. That part is real. But the rest, whatever life I’m supposed to have after? That I can’t see. And the more I have that dream, the more I just know that it’s not in the cards for me.

Riley Flynn: [to Erin] I’m not getting off this island. I know it. Late at night, no matter what I might let myself hope, or what I might tell my mom, or my dad. I know it. But you, you can do anything. You always could do anything.

Mildred Gunning: How?
Father Paul: “Well, truly, I say to you, if you have faith and never doubt, even if you say to this mountain be taken up and cast into the sea, it will be done.” With God, all things are possible.
Father Paul: I thought it was a dream. When I saw you at my bedside. So young.
Maybe it is a dream. But if it is, we’re all having it. All of us.

Erin Greene: You prayed with me all day, and I love you for that. But you don’t believe it. Any of it.
Riley Flynn: I understand it. I do. The appeal of it. The comfort of it. Everything happens for a reason. There’s good in everything. There’s a plan. It’s, I don’t know. I guess I just lived a moment at complete odds with the existence of a loving God.

Riley Flynn: I think we all want so badly for there to be a reason. For everything. And some justice, and some comfort when we die.
Erin Greene: Yeah, that’s where religion comes from. That’s the whole question.
Riley Flynn: It is.
Erin Greene: What happens when we die?

Riley Flynn: [describing his death] And my neurons are firing, and I’m seeing this firework display of memories and imagination. And I am just tripping. I mean, really tripping balls, because my mind’s rifling through the memories. You know, long and short-term, and the dreams mix with the memories. And it’s a curtain call. The dream to end all dreams. One last great dream as my mind empties the f***ing missile silos, and then, I stop.

Riley Flynn: [describing his death] My brain activity ceases, and there is nothing left of me. No pain. No memory. No awareness that I ever was. That I ever hurt someone. That I ever killed someone. Everything is as it was before me.

Riley Flynn: [describing his death] And I’m serving a purpose. I’m feeding life. And I’m broken apart, and all the littlest pieces of me are just recycled, and I’m billions of other places. And my atoms are in plants, and bugs, and animals, and I am like the stars that are in the sky. There one moment, and then just scattered across the goddamn cosmos.

Erin Greene: I’m not the one that died today. She was never awake. When she came down into this little body, this just forming little body, it was asleep. So all she ever knew was dreaming. She only ever dreamed. She didn’t even have a name. And then in her sleep, that perfect little spirit just lifted up. Because God didn’t send her to suffer through life on Earth. No. This one? This special little soul, God just sent her down here to sleep. Just a little nap. A quick dream. And then He called her back. He wanted her back.

Erin Greene: And that’s what we mean when we say Heaven. No mansions, no rivers of diamonds, or fluffy clouds, or angel wings. You are loved. And you aren’t alone. That is God. That is Heaven. And that’s why we endure all that we endure on this big, blue, sad rock. I’ll be there soon enough. And I’ll see my father. And my grandmother. And I’ll see my little girl, and she will be happy and safe. And I will be so glad to meet her.
Riley Flynn: I really hope you’re right.

Joe Collie: Are you okay, Father?
Father Paul: Truth be told, I’m not really feeling myself today, and I am at a bit of a loss.

Joe Collie: [to Father Paul as he sees the photo of young Pruitt] Well, that’s uncanny, ain’t it? You could be his son. You know, that was a rumor when I was a kid, that the old man wasn’t exactly celibate. I mean, who can blame him? I mean, who am I to judge a man for his vices? I mean, me? S**t. None of my business. Really. Kind of my motto my whole life.

Riley Flynn: [to Erin, referring to his recurring dream] I’m on the water, just like always. Waiting on the sun. But this time, you’re there too. What do you think that means?

Sheriff Hassan: I understand you’re curious. I will not tell my son not to look for God. But, son. Ali. We already have Him.

Wade: [to Father Paul, referring to Joe’s dead body] What the hell did you do?!
Bev Keane: [slaps Wade] “The man who acts presumptuously by not obeying the Priest who stands to minister there before the Lord, your God, that man shall die.” Deuteronomy.

Bev Keane: [referring to killing Joe] Father. Monsignor. Tell them. Tell them why you did what you did.
Father Paul: I don’t know. Something came over me, and really, I don’t even…
Bev Keane: Because something moved through you!

Bev Keane: Is your conscience heavy? Do you have guilt in your heart for doing what you had to?
Father Paul: No. Not at all.
Bev Keane: Then ask yourself why God let that cup pass you by. And carry on.

Father Paul: That’s the thing, isn’t it? What do you say? You say, “I’m so sorry for your loss.” Or, “God works in mysterious ways. If there’s anything that I can do.” It’s so hollow, isn’t it? We can never understand the will of God, and I wouldn’t presume to know what to say to Erin Greene, other than that. We must trust in the Lord with our whole heart. And not rely on our own insights.
Riley Flynn: Give yourself over, whether you understand it or not.

Father Paul: Sometimes it’s okay to just look at the world, and say, “Why? Why? Why? I don’t understand. And I will not.” Yeah, sometimes that’s okay.
Riley Flynn: Yeah, I actually agree with that.
Father Paul: Well, it’s hard not to, isn’t it?

Annie Flynn: I know you never really felt like this was home. Like Crockett wasn’t so much a place we lived as a place we lived through, waiting for help to come. And, well, help is here.
Riley Flynn: Is it?
Annie Flynn: I don’t need my glasses anymore. And your father’s better than he’s been in years. Something’s happening here. And I can’t pretend it isn’t.

Annie Flynn: But God isn’t asking you to have faith in something that you can’t see. Not here. Not now. He’s only asking that you look. Isn’t that amazing?
Riley Flynn: He’s a liar, mom. Father Paul. Maybe you’re right. Maybe there is hope. And maybe there is something for me, and maybe there is God and miracles. I don’t know. But I know one thing. Just one thing for a fact. Father Paul lied to me tonight. So believe and pray for me. But just please be careful. That’s all I ask.

Father Paul: Conscience. In the army of God, conscience is standard issue. There are many like it, but this one is mine. You may think that that’s a line from a war movie, but it isn’t. That’s actually the Rifleman’s Creed. And a creed is, by definition, not just a belief, but it is a religious one. So, it is a war, and there will be casualties. And we must be soldiers. That is what Good Friday is about.

Father Paul: The Gospel of the Lord, so full of horror, is only good, because of where it is headed. The Resurrection.

Mildred Gunning: [referring to mass] I don’t want you going back there ever again.
Dr. Sarah Gunning: What?
Mildred Gunning: That is not my church. That is not the man I knew.

Riley Flynn: It’s where it all came from in the first place. Stars.

Riley Flynn: All of it. Every god. Every goddess. Every religion. Every holy war. All of it. Started right up there. Just wondering who the hell could’ve lit those campfires in the sky.

Riley Flynn: I’m going to tell you a story, but you’re not going to believe it. I just need you to listen. Can you promise me that?
Erin Greene: Yeah. I can.

Father Paul: [after Riley has been attacked by the vampire] You’re okay. See, God still has a plan, and death isn’t part of it anymore. Not for all of us. And we don’t have to be afraid ever again.

Riley Flynn: We’re having a meeting?
Father Paul: We’re having the meeting.

Father Paul: [to Riley] Today you get complete and total honesty from me. And this prayer, today, it applies to me and you, profoundly. Lord, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference. Amen.

Riley Flynn: Who are you?
Father Paul: You know who I am. Come on. Really look. Listen to yourself, you know who I am.

Father Paul: [to Riley] You’ve been taken back as well, taken back to your best self. Your peak self, your perfect self, as God wanted you. I just had a lot further to go than you did. It was a lot further to go.

Riley Flynn: [referring to Joe] You killed him.
Father Paul: It’s not as simple as that.
Riley Flynn: No. No. You f***ing killed him. You, and that thing!
Father Paul: It cannot be changed! It’s done and cannot be undone! Just like what’s happened to you cannot be undone! These are two things that cannot be changed, and we must accept them with serenity together right now.

Riley Flynn: What the f*** was that thing?!
Father Paul: An angel.

Father Paul: [referring to their hunger for blood] It’s as if your body were acting under some other will. It was. It will again, and this is the thing. This is where we need to listen. Listen to the Holy Spirit, listen to our conscience. Because, you see, I was there too. Well, I had been restored. I had been made young again. I had been made pure again. And then, like Jesus before me, I died. I died on the floor, just across the way there. And then I was resurrected, but I was scared, and confused, and this drive inside, this powerful will, and I felt the same way you did. My will became His will, and He moved through me, and Joe was taken, and I was sustained. I was nourished.

Riley Flynn: Murderer.
Father Paul: Well, I suppose so, but here’s the thing. I had no guilt. None. And knowing that I should feel guilt, but accepting that I did not, finding grace where the guilt should be, I wrestled with that. I prayed on it.

Father Paul: [to Riley] He had taken that guilt. He cleansed my conscience, for I had simply done His will. Been His vessel. A murderer, maybe. So is Moses. Joseph. Paul, my namesake. I’m hardly unique as a soldier of the Lord. I’m hardly unique in this room either. Am I? I mean, you’ve killed someone.

Father Paul: Well, there is meaning here. There is purpose here that you are willfully ignoring.
Riley Flynn: It was f***ing ordinary what happened. There weren’t even skid marks on my side of the road. I never hit the brakes. I didn’t even tap the brakes. I was literally asleep at the wheel. That is what happened. So, don’t talk to me about God moving through you, or doing His will. You don’t know a f***ing thing about me. And our stories are not the same.

Father Paul: [after expressing no remorse for killing Joe] I promised you complete honesty, and I’m giving that to you, and I’m tired of you lying to me, Riley Flynn! I’ve forgiven it time and again, but today is critical for us, and I am finished! Complete honesty! How does it make you feel?!
Riley Flynn: Jealous.

Father Paul: Courage, Riley Flynn. Courage. Let’s find that now. The courage. To change that, which we can. God brought you back. Okay? For a reason. Your accident, that moment of hell on Earth, you say it didn’t do anyone any good. But it did, didn’t it? Because it put you here on this island right now, at one of the most crucial moments in the history of our world. Have some courage. God chose you. And that guilt that you’re clinging to, you can let it go. God’s changed you already. Now it’s just on you to have courage.

Riley Flynn: Did you feed? When that angel was ripping into my neck, and my blood was pouring out onto the floor. Did you join in? Complete and total honesty, I thought you said.
Father Paul: Yes.

Bev Keane: [to Riley] You sit there, blessed among men, smirking when I say, “God’s will.” I’m frustrated.
Father Paul: I know.
Bev Keane: He doesn’t even recognize what he is being given, and I find it offensive.
Father Paul: It’s immaterial, Bev.

Father Paul: [referring to the cup of blood] It’s okay, Riley. It’s going to happen. This is one of those things that cannot be changed. Accept it, with serenity and grace.

Father Paul: Wisdom. The wisdom to know the difference between the things we can change, the things we can’t, and the things we shouldn’t.

Father Paul: It is good, what we’re doing. What we have to do. It’s good. Even the things we may not think we want to do. The hunger, that thirst is good. And that’s why we don’t feel guilt when we surrender to it. That’s why we feel better after. And that’s why we share this gift.

Father Paul: Think on that warm feeling you have here right now. Think on that, and just answer me this. Do you feel at peace? Your stomach full? Your purpose clear? Your will given over to a higher power? Do you feel at peace?
[Riley reluctantly nods]

Riley Flynn: What happens now?
Father Paul: Now you can go.
Riley Flynn: Just like that?
Father Paul: Just like that. The wonders that you will experience out there, you’ll see things you never saw before. Colors, lights. You’ll hear things, smell things. The world, it burns brighter. It hums, Riley, with His glory. You’ll see.

Father Paul: [to Riley] I have faith in you. In their hearts, humans plan their course, but the Lord establishes their steps.

Father Paul: [to Riley] I hear him more clearly every day. The more I give myself over to God, the more I hear the voice of His angel, and you will too. That’s okay, that’s good. Know you will be moved to act, and there will be things you cannot change. But whoever you choose to enter communion with, whoever serves God’s purpose for you, as you give of yourself for them to drink, as they eat of your body, and drink of your blood, and you of theirs, and you are in the communion of saints, remember, that it’s a gift. And God will tell you who to share it with.

Father Paul: The doors stay open as the gates are always open. How else does gospel spread?

Father Paul: What is otherwise horrible is good because of where it’s headed. Welcome to God’s army. Yeah, we’re going to do great things.

Erin Greene: [to Riley] I’ve been scared much worse by much worse, and I don’t let that happen anymore. I’m not scared. Not of you. My dear, dear you. If you are sick, or if you need help, I’m not scared of that. I’d get you the help you need. I’d do that with you, without judgment, and without fear. Just tell me what you need. Tell me why we’re out here. Tell me what you want.

Riley Flynn: I didn’t bring you out here to scare you, or to isolate you. I brought you out here so I’d have nowhere to go. I’m not as strong as you. I never was. What do I want? I want you to take this boat, and row to the mainland, and leave this place, and never look back. But I knew you wouldn’t do that. I knew you wouldn’t believe any of this unless you saw. I want you to run. But I believe you’re going to row back there and do everything you can to try and save them. I’m just so sorry you have to see this.

Riley Flynn: I love you, Erin Greene. I’ve loved you my whole life. One way or another.
Erin Greene: I love you too.
Riley Flynn: I did my best. I did my best.
[as the sun rises Riley combusts and burns to ashes]

Bev Keane: There will be others like Riley. There always are. Who try to poison the ears of the faithful against their God. But tonight, let’s have faith in our church. Let’s share everything that we have.

Erin Greene: Riley. I’m trying to remember exactly what he said at the end. But I can’t remember it all, not perfectly. But I do remember one thing pretty well. He said to run.

Father Paul: [to Ed, referring to Riley] He’s just in a bad place. Don’t assume the worst. In fact, hey, assume the best. That’s what God teaches us about being parents. Do as he does. You love your son as God loves us. Assume the best.

Sheriff Hassan: You’re telling me there’s a contagion being spread intentionally at St. Patrick’s?
Dr. Sarah Gunning: I’m telling you that is what I suspect, even if it sounds…
Sheriff Hassan: What exactly are you asking of me?
Dr. Sarah Gunning: Well, I suppose I’m asking you to look into it.
Sheriff Hassan: Look into what, exactly? Look into St. Patrick’s? On, and just to be clear, on the basis that some of your mother’s blood tests got damaged?
Dr. Sarah Gunning: It’s a lot to ask, I know.
Sheriff Hassan: Do you? Do you?

Sheriff Hassan: [referring to his previous police colleagues] And more and more, I realize I’ve lost their trust. I roll with it. I keep my head high. Dignity. Dignity is a word my wife uses. “Show them dignity.” And then she’s diagnosed. And she’s robbed of her dignity so fast. And then she’s gone. And I couldn’t. Ali and I get as far away as we can. And I find this gig. This little island. So sleepy, it could be dead. No elections, no staff. Just a tiny room at the back of a grocery store, and a bunch of fishermen without a notable incident of intentional violence in almost a century, and I beg for the post. Dignity.

Sheriff Hassan: So I don’t intimidate. I don’t overshare, or overstep, or intrude in any way. I don’t even carry a gun. And still. Still, Beverly Keane, and a few others too, look at me like I’m Osama bin-F***ing-Laden. And you’d like me to investigate St. Patrick’s?
Dr. Sarah Gunning: For what it’s worth, I want very much, very much to be wrong.

Dr. Sarah Gunning: You don’t carry a gun?
Sheriff Hassan: No need.

Erin Greene: [referring to going to mass] Because I don’t know anything. I don’t know what’s going to happen, if anything will. What I know is that Riley sacrificed everything. Everything. Because he thought I could help. And now the ferries are gone, and the power’s out, and there are going to be people there tonight that I love. That Riley loved. So, yeah, I’m going to be there. I’m going to be there.

Father Paul: Tonight is the beginning of a new era. And we are meant to celebrate the Resurrection tonight, and we will more than anyone ever has.

Father Paul: I’ve lied to you all. I didn’t come here to replace Monsignor Pruitt. He isn’t recovering in a hospital in the mainland. He’s perfectly healthy. He has been blessed. As you have all been blessed, he has been made well, made whole, made young, the same as you. He was healed long before you ever saw this face. He was the first, in fact, and he stands before you right now, asking for your forgiveness.

Father Paul: I was lost and confused, tired and old, on the road to Damascus, when lo and behold, an angel of the Lord appeared unto me and bestowed upon me the healing graces of God. And I was restored, as you have all been restored. I returned to you all, and I brought with me that angel of the Lord so that he might bless us all. And we have, we’ve seen the miracles. Our new bodies. The resurrection of the body, new and everlasting life.

Father Paul: I followed him into the valley of darkness, and like our Lord, I endured death. Mercifully short. A leap of faith, a step out onto the water, was all he asked of me. And, like Jesus, you will doubt, you will feel fear. But believe me, I promise you, brothers and sisters, if you follow me, if you follow us, if you follow Him, He will raise you again in His glory to eternal life.

Father Paul: There is a price to be paid for everlasting life, as there was for our Savior. And each one of us will have the opportunity tonight to pay that price.

Father Paul: [as the vampire arrives] Have faith, brothers and sisters. I would not make you see what you have seen, I would not ask you to choose what you may choose, without first showing you God’s messenger. And remember, brothers and sisters, have faith that in the Bible, every time they mention an angel, when an angel appears to we humans, we are afraid.

Father Paul: Brothers and sisters, you are so close to salvation. The miracle is already in you. The blood of the angel is already in your veins. But it is incomplete. The final transformation will not be yours unless you let your earthly body die, so that your divine body can awaken. One moment of faith. That’s the price God asks of us. Just one moment of courage. A small step out of the boat. Just onto the water itself. A small moment of discomfort. A small passion of our own. A gift offered up, and then we are reborn.

Bev Keane: What are you going to do, Erin Greene? Guns? Those things don’t matter anymore. Not in the new world. The world without death. I mean, you could shoot me right now, it’d just mean I’m five minutes behind…
Erin Greene: [shoots Bev] We have five minutes.

Sturge: [referring to the resurrected churchgoers] Monsignor said we should close the doors before they wake up. So we can guide them, orient them, so that this wouldn’t happen.
Bev Keane: I love him. I truly do. But look, it happened nonetheless, as it was meant to. You know what they say. “Man plans, God laughs.” Those who have been coming to church and taking Communion, they have nothing to fear tonight. As for the rest of them, let God sort them out.

Bev Keane: Faith, Monsignor. Faith and courage. Like you said. Open the doors. The doors stay open, just as the gates are always open. How else does the gospel spread?

Annie Flynn: God doesn’t love you more than anyone else. You aren’t a hero. And you certainly, certainly aren’t a victim.
Bev Keane: I wouldn’t lecture, Annie Flynn. Not until you pull the plank from your own eye, as it were. I hate to speak ill of the dead, but if Riley Flynn, a drunk, and a murderer, was evidence of the quality of his parenting…
Annie Flynn: He was. Every part of him. And God loves him. Just as much as he loves you, Bev. Why does that upset you so much? Just the idea that God loves everyone just as much as you.

Father Paul: [to Mildred] When I saw what I’d been given, I thought, “Oh. Well, this is the end of that. It’s the end of the roar.” No more death. But if I’m honest, and there’s no point in being anything else anymore, it was you. It was you. And Sarah. That’s why I did it. That’s why I put that thing in that trunk. That’s why I bribed, and lied, and smuggled it back here. That was the reason. I didn’t want you to die.

Father Paul: [to Mildred] I mean, our whole lives have been wasted. You know, just staring across the church. Too scared to come down and be with you. I mean, too scared to tell our own daughter the truth. And it never felt like a sin, that was the thing. You never felt like a sin. And our daughter, no, she was never a sin. She was never a mistake. Never.

Father Paul: I used to tell myself, I’d tell myself, on those hard nights when you were so close, sleeping beside the man you were supposed to be with, that you, if you would just show up and ask me, I would have taken this collar off, and I would have gone with you. I would go with you anywhere in the world.
Mildred Gunning: I was never going to do that, John. Not to you. Or to her. And not to him. Not after the war. I wasn’t going to ruin four lives. But that’s over now, John. We made our choices. We lived our lives. She grew up, and we faded away, and that’s how it’s supposed to work. It’s supposed to be over.

Father Paul: But another chance? Now that we can be a family this time. Can you think of a miracle more amazing than that? I mean, cure blindness, sure. Or part the seas, alright. But a second chance? That’s a real miracle.

Bev Keane: Let all of it burn. A new flood. A flood of fire, and St. Patrick’s will be the ark. The citizens of Crockett, the good citizens, they know where to go in a storm.

Leeza: We’re going to be okay.
Warren Flynn: You think we’re going to make it?
Leeza: That’s not what I said. I’m saying, either way, we’re going to be okay.

Annie Flynn: [after being resurrected] Is that what I’ll become, just an animal, who can’t resist?
Ed Flynn: When I saw them at the church, I thought it was something they really couldn’t help. Like something impossible not to do. But it isn’t, Annie. I feel it too. I’m starving too, but I didn’t. I didn’t. Whatever this is, it don’t change who you are.

Dr. Sarah Gunning: [referring to Warren and Leeza] I hope the kids made it to the boat.
Erin Greene: I hope so too.
Dr. Sarah Gunning: We’re never going to know, are we?
Erin Greene: Probably not.
Dr. Sarah Gunning: They did. I’m deciding they did.

Bev Keane: St. Patrick’s isn’t just a church, Monsignor. It’s an ark. I set up cots in the rec center for those who were chosen. We will take to our ships, to our vessels, and then, like sheep among wolves, like you said, we will spread the good word.
Father Paul: And who will decide who is chosen?
Bev Keane: We will. You and me.
Father Paul: And what happens to the rest?
Bev Keane: Well, I don’t much know. That isn’t up to me. It’s between them and God, isn’t it?

Father Paul: No, we got this wrong.
Bev Keane: Well, don’t be ridiculous.
Father Paul: No, Beverly. Please look at them. We are the wolves.
Bev Keane: No. No, please. Please. Not you too. Not you, Monsignor.
Father Paul: I was wrong. We were wrong. We are wrong. And this needs to stop.

Bev Keane: They’re lost without a leader, without a shepherd. That must be you, Monsignor. It has to be you. It has always been you.
Father Paul: No! It was never me. That’s the thing about priesthood. It’s never supposed to be about me. It’s supposed to be about God!
Bev Keane: Well, I suppose it isn’t you anymore. Of course, he told us that, didn’t he? Jesus himself. He warned us against the scribes, against the priests.

Bev Keane: [to Father Paul] I suppose virtue isn’t a virtue if it doesn’t cost you anything. And it was always going this way. You were always going to be the last, the hardest, test of my faith. You.

Warren Flynn: My mom. And my dad. And my brother. They’re all gone, aren’t they?
Leeza: Yeah.
Warren Flynn: I would have, if I’d known at that dinner, the last dinner, I would have been different.
Leeza: They know. They know.

Father Paul: God, am I proud of you. I’m sorry that we never told you, your mother and I, but I love you so much. And I’ve been so proud of you, and I just wish that we had gotten to know each other.
Dr. Sarah Gunning: Me too.

Sheriff Hassan: There’s this verse in the Bible, just kind of stuck with me. “He makes the sun rise on the evil and the good.”

Bev Keane: [as they watch the rec center burn] There’s got to be somewhere. There’s got to be somewhere else.
Wade: No, Bev. No. There’s nowhere else. You burned it. You burned it all.

Riley Flynn: [as Erin is being killed by the vampire] So what do you think happens when we die, Erin?
Erin Greene: Speaking for myself?
Riley Flynn: Speaking for yourself.
Erin Greene: Myself. My self. That’s the problem. That’s the whole problem with the whole thing. That word, “self”. That’s not the word. That’s not right. That isn’t. How did I forget that? When did I forget that?

Erin Greene: [as she’s dying] The body stops a cell at a time, but the brain keeps firing those neurons. Little lightning bolts, like fireworks inside, and I thought I’d despair, or feel afraid, but I don’t feel any of that. None of it. Because I’m too busy. I’m too busy in this moment. Remembering. Of course. I remember that every atom in my body was forged in a star. This matter, this body is mostly just empty space after all, and solid matter? It’s just energy vibrating very slowly, and there is no me. There never was.

Erin Greene: The electrons of my body mingle and dance with the electrons of the ground below me and the air. I’m no longer breathing. And I remember there is no point where any of that ends and I begin. I remember I am energy. Not memory. Not self. My name, my personality, my choices, all came after me. I was before them, and I will be after, and everything else is pictures, picked up along the way. Fleeting little dreamlets printed on the tissue of my dying brain.And I am the lightning that jumps between. I am the energy firing the neurons, and I’m returning. Just by remembering, I’m returning home.

Erin Greene: More galaxies in the universe than grains of sand on the beach. And that’s what we’re talking about when we say God. The one. The cosmos, and its infinite dreams. We are the cosmos dreaming of itself. It’s simply a dream that I think is my life, every time. But I’ll forget this. I always do. I always forget my dreams. But now, in this split-second, in the moment I remember, the instant I remember, I comprehend everything at once.

Erin Greene: There is no time. There is no death. Life is a dream. It’s a wish. Made again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and on into eternity. And I am all of it. I am everything. I am all. I am that I am.

Leeza: [after the sunrises as they watch the island burn with everyone on it] I can’t feel my legs.

Stregobor: Destiny has many faces, Witcher. Mine, for example, is beautiful on the outside, but hideous on the inside. She has stretched her bloody talons towards me.
Geralt of Rivia: Wizards are all the same. You talk nonsense while making wise and meaningful faces. Speak normally.

Geralt of Rivia: [to Stregobor] Doesn’t rhyme. All good predictions rhyme.

Stregobor: Kill her. I’ll pay you anything.
Geralt of Rivia: I kill monsters.
Stregobor: The kikimora kills because it’s hungry, Renfri kills for pleasure. She is a monster. She is the last of Lilit’s women. And she possesses the power to destroy us all.
Geralt of Rivia: I don’t believe anyone has that power.

Stregobor: Killing Renfri is the lesser evil.
Geralt of Rivia: Evil is evil, Stregobor. Lesser. Greater. Middling. It’s all the same. I’m not judging you. I haven’t only done good in my life either. But now, if I have to choose between one evil and another, then I prefer not to choose at all.

Ciri: You won your first battle in Hochebuz when you were my age. I’ve heard the ballad.
Eist: Pretty ballads hide b****rd truths.
Ciri: It’s a catchy song.

Queen Calanthe: [to Ciri] If we must do this now, here is your first lesson. As in life, it is impossible always to be fully prepared for battle. Keep your sword close, and keep moving.

Geralt of Rivia: You want me to kill Stregobor for you.
Renfri: It’s the lesser evil.
Geralt of Rivia: So I keep getting told.

Renfri: People call you a monster too.
Geralt of Rivia: A mutant.
Renfri: What if they come after you? Attack you?
Geralt of Rivia: They have.
Renfri: Why not kill them?
Geralt of Rivia: Because then I am what they say I am.

Mousesack: Many, many years ago, sorcerers were known to lock little girls in towers. I’m beginning to understand why.
Ciri: You know cautionary tales don’t work on me.
Mousesack: The girls were said to be cursed. They were said to announce the end of the human race.
Ciri: Ooh.
Mousesack: So they were systematically killed. The end.

Mousesack: [referring to Calanthe] You will be alright, Princess. You are her blood. And the apple never falls far from the tree.

Ciri: Are you dying?
Queen Calanthe: My sweet child, when I go, it will be far more dramatic than this.

Geralt of Rivia: You know what Vesemir would say. “Witchers shouldn’t play at being white knights. We shouldn’t try and uphold the law. We don’t show off. We get paid in coin.” And he’s right.

Geralt of Rivia: [referring to the first monster he killed] It took two strikes to kill him. They weren’t clean. But they were spectacular.

Renfri: Who were you talking to?
Geralt of Rivia: I talk to my horse.
Renfri: That’s sad.
Geralt of Rivia: Is it?

Renfri: Tell me, Witcher. You don’t believe in destiny, or the lesser evil. What do you believe in?
Geralt of Rivia: You mean, who do I believe. I don’t pick sides.
Renfri: You just kill monsters.

Queen Calanthe: [to Ciri] Lesson number two. Know when it’s time to stop moving.

Queen Calanthe: In the face of the inevitable, Cirilla, good leaders should always choose mercy. In the future, you will be wise to do the same.

Queen Calanthe: Go. The world depends on it.
Ciri: I love you.
Queen Calanthe: Find Geralt of Rivia. He is your destiny.

Renfri: You were in the market. Covered in blood. You say you can’t choose, but you had to. And you’ll never know if you were right. Your reward will be a stoning. And you will run. You will try to outrun the girl in the woods, but you cannot. She is your destiny.

Renfri’s Man #1: You have to choose the lesser evil.
Renfri’s Man #2: It’s an ultimatum. Get it?
Geralt of Rivia: F***.

Renfri: Magic doesn’t work on me. Silver does though.
Geralt of Rivia: Silver is for monsters.

Renfri: [to Geralt] They created me just as they created you. We’re not so different.

Renfri: [after Geralt mortally wounds her] The girl in the woods will be with you always. She is your destiny.

Stregobor: [to Geralt] You made a choice. And you’ll never know if it was the right one.

Jaskier: Need a hand? I’ve got two. One for each of the devil’s horns.
Geralt of Rivia: Go away.

Jaskier: Look, I heard your note, and, yes, you’re right. Maybe real adventures would make better stories. And you, sir, smell chock-full of them. Amongst other things. I mean, what is that? Is that onion? It doesn’t matter. Whatever it is, you smell of death and destiny. Heroics and heartbreak.
Geralt of Rivia: It’s onion.

Yennefer: You should’ve let me die. At least I had control over that.
Tissaia: Oh, that’s adorable, piglet. You weren’t taking control. You were losing it.

Tissaia: I sense your terror. And you are right to be afraid. Chaos is the most dangerous thing in this world. It is all around us all the time. Volatile and powerful.

Tissaia: Magic is organizing chaos. And while oceans of mystery remain, we have deduced that this requires two things. Balance and control. Without them, chaos will kill you.

Tissaia: There is no conjuring something from nothing. There is a give and a take.

Tissaia: Sometimes a flower is just a flower, and the best thing it can do for us is to die.

Jaskier: You know, the elves called this Dol Blathanna before bequeathing it to the humans and retreating into their golden palaces in the mountains. There I go again, just delivering exposition.

Jaskier: What are we looking for again?
Geralt of Rivia: Blessed silence.
Jaskier: Yeah, I don’t really go in for that.

Geralt of Rivia: Sometimes there’s monsters. Sometimes there’s money. Rarely both. That’s the life. S**t!
Jaskier: [as a rock is shot at them] Act Two begins!

Geralt of Rivia: What happened with you? Your mother f*** a goat?
Torque: I am Torque the Sylvan, a rare and intelligent creature!
Geralt of Rivia: You’re a d**k. With balls.
Torque: Balls I got from humans, who left our food filled with iron meant to poison me! Did your mother f*** a snowman?
Geralt of Rivia: You are intelligent, I’ll give you that.

Tissaia: [to Yennefer] You take weeks to lift your stone. You can’t bend water. You struggle to perform the simplest physical tasks. And now you lie to me? Your worst fear makes such sense. Even if you were a beauty, still, no one would love you.

Tissaia: This trial tests your ability to control the ultimate expression of chaos. Catch lightning in a bottle.
Anica: That’s impossible.
Tissaia: No, it’s magic.

Tissaia: There are mages like Sabrina who ignore their emotions. And then there are mages like us who are consumed by them.
Yennefer: Like us?
Tissaia: Your first night here at Aretuza, you tried to kill yourself. And tonight, you almost killed someone else. It is your job to control chaos, not become it.

Tissaia: But if I send you to advise a king, and your precious little feelings get hurt when he won’t listen, and you submit to chaos, he dies, his people turn on us. Whose fault would that be?
Yennefer: Mine.
Tissaia: No. Mine for letting you ascend.

Tissaia: [to Yennefer] You lie. You keep secrets. You succumb to emotion, to weakness. Do you actually have what it takes?

Jaskier: This is the part where we escape.
Geralt of Rivia: This is the part where they kill us.
Jaskier: Who’s they?

Toruviel: Do you want to die right now?
Geralt of Rivia: As opposed to later?

Geralt of Rivia: The lesser evil. No matter what you choose, you’ll come out bloody and hating yourself. Trust me.
Filavandrel: That’s the problem. I can’t.

Filavandrel: Even chaos is polluted. Synthetically enhanced so humans can make magic.
Geralt of Rivia: Chaos is the same as it’s always been. Humans just adapted better.
Filavandrel: You say adapt, and I say destroy.
Geralt of Rivia: You are choosing to starve. You’re cutting off your ear to spite your face.

Geralt of Rivia: Then go somewhere else. Rebuild. Get strong again. Show the humans that you are more than what they fear you to be.
Filavandrel: Like you, Witcher?
Geralt of Rivia: I have learned to live with them. So that I may live.

Geralt of Rivia: If you must kill me, I am ready. But the Sylvan’s right. Don’t call me human.

Yennefer: [to Istredd] My worst fear is true. I’m still not enough. Even for you.

Istredd: When humans and monsters all arrived after the Conjunction of the Spheres, elven mages taught the first humans how to turn chaos into magic. And then the humans slaughtered them, so they could pretend the power had always belonged to them.

Istredd: Rewriting history with the stories we tell, the songs we sing about our own triumphs, it’s what we do. But I want to honor them.

Geralt of Rivia: [referring to Jaskier’s song] That’s not how it happened. Where’s your newfound respect?
Jaskier: Respect doesn’t make history.
[continues singing Toss A Coin To Your Witcher]

Yennefer: Fringilla and the others see their ideal selves so clearly. They know exactly what they want for their enchantments.
Istredd: Stop worrying so much.
Yennefer: Easy for a Ban Ard boy. You dolts needn’t change a single wrinkle before heading to court.

Istredd: What do you want?
Yennefer: Remember that scared girl who tumbled at your feet in this cave, totally unaware of her power? I want to go back home to Aedirn and never be her again.

Giltine: [to Yennefer] Let me be candid. You are a first draft of what nature intended, yes? Lucky for you, I’m the final artist. Every girl I enchant leaves Aretuza a living work of art. Hmm? No matter how challenging the clay.

Tissaia: There is not a person alive that does not look into the mirror and see some deformity. Except for us. We remake ourselves on our terms. The world has no say in it.

Tissaia: [to Yennefer] You can free the victim in the mirror forever.

Tissaia: Imagine the most powerful woman in the world. Her hair, the color of her eyes, yes, but also the strength of her posture. The poise of her entire being. Do you see her?
Yennefer: Yes.
Tissaia: Open your eyes. She is stunning.

Geralt of Rivia: Who’s the princess’s father?
King Foltest: My men will kill you, Witcher.
Geralt of Rivia: It’s funny. You learn that your sister was murdered, and you didn’t even flinch. But the moment I mention the girl’s father.

King Foltest: I remember hearing stories about witchers when I was a child. Is it true what they say? That the mutations that grant you your abilities also erase your emotions? Must be. Because only a man devoid of all heart could accuse a brother of bedding his murdered sister, while urging him to kill her.

Yennefer: [finding out she’s been assigned to Nilfgaard] There’s no power in puppeting fools! Especially one who’d sooner fondle his sorceress than listen to her!

Triss: Foltest and Adda. What happened to them? Not answering questions is a pillar of your brooding charm.
Geralt of Rivia: Pretty sure Foltest is the father.

Istredd: We can travel the continent together. We can be together. We can forge a whole new destiny.
Yennefer: A life holding dustpans while you brush off forgotten bones? That’s not destiny. It’s slow suicide.
Istredd: You don’t mean that.
Yennefer: Would it frighten you to know you’re not privy to every one of my thoughts?

Istredd: You really think I wish to waste my days gossiping at court? That’s your fetish, not mine.
Yennefer: A true man would state his desires.
Istredd: Well, how would I recognize them? You get off on disguising yours as my own. Oh. Stregobor was right. That’s exactly why you’re here, exactly what she taught you. Everyone’s a pawn.

Yennefer: I will not be schooled by a man who pimps the world as some romantic adventure. My world is cruel. Unpredictable. You enter, you survive, you die.
Istredd: You know, victimhood is not your color.
Yennefer: Nor heroism yours.

Istredd: You’re just angry because you lost your chance to be beautiful!
Yennefer: I want to be powerful.
Istredd: Seen and adored with everyone watching.
Yennefer: It is what I’m owed.
Istredd: No amount of power or beauty will ever make you feel worthy of either.

Geralt of Rivia: This isn’t my first time trying to save a princess who others see as a monster.
King Foltest: What happened to that princess?
Geralt of Rivia: I killed her.

King Foltest: [to Geralt] I did try to resist, at first, with Adda. We both did. For all it brightens, love casts long shadows. I envy you. To live, and never have to fall in love.

Lord Ostrit: I’ve done what you’ve asked. What more can I do?
Geralt of Rivia: Nothing, unless you can keep a striga out of her crypt until a f***ing rooster crows three times!

Giltine: [to Yennefer] There is a cost to all creation. A sacrifice that is always made. To be reborn, you will bear no more.

Lord Ostrit: You’d leave a man bound to die in such indignity?!
Geralt of Rivia: You’re not a man.

Triss: [to Geralt] Your will to live is strong.

Triss: So that’s all life is to you? Monsters and money?
Geralt of Rivia: It’s all it needs to be.
Triss: You say this is all life is to you, but there is a vortex of fate around all of us, Geralt, growing with each and every one of our choices, drawing our destinies in closer. I feel something out there waits for you. Something more.

Jaskier: Come on, you must want something for yourself, once all this monster hunting nonsense is over with.
Geralt of Rivia: I want nothing.
Jaskier: Well, who knows? Maybe someone out there will want you.
Geralt of Rivia: I need no one. And the last thing I want is someone needing me.
Jaskier: And yet, here we are.

Jaskier: Right, so stick close to me, look mean ,and pretend you’re a mute. Can’t have anyone finding out who you are.
Mousesack: Geralt of Rivia, the mighty Witcher!
Jaskier: Oh, s**t.
Mousesack: I haven’t seen you since the plague.

Mousesack: [to Geralt] Why are you dressed like a sad silk trader?
Jaskier: [Geralt gives him an evil look] What?

Seething Lord: Something about you reminds me of a scoundrel I once saw fleeing my wife’s chambers! Drop your trousers.
Jaskier: What?
Seething Lord: I didn’t get a proper look at the little s**t’s face. But that pimply a**, I’d remember anywhere.

Jaskier: First of all, you hog all the fanfare, then you go and ruin my courtly reputation.
Geralt of Rivia: I saved your life. You’re on your own from here on. Try not to get any daggers in your back before dawn.

Geralt of Rivia: There was no slaying. I had my a** kicked by a ragged band of elves. I was about to have my throat cut, when Filavandrel let me go.

Geralt of Rivia: At least when Filavandrel’s blade kissed my throat, I didn’t s**t myself. Which is all I can hope for you, good lords. At your final breath, a s**tless death. But I doubt it.

Queen Calanthe: Any man willing to paint himself in the shadow of his failures will make for far more interesting conversation this night.

Dara: I would do anything to forget who I was.
Ciri: I can’t. I have to find my destiny.
Dara: Why? Because your grandmother said you should? Maybe you should start thinking for yourself. Because she is dead. And you are here.

Yennefer: I love that I traded everything to get my seat at court. I love that I believed that it would all be worth it, that this would be my legacy. The greatest mage to have ever graced a court. And I really, really love that instead, I’ve gotten to spend the last three decades cleaning up stupid political messes. Glorified royal a** wiper.

Geralt of Rivia: Something tells me this isn’t the first time you’ve navigated the vagaries of male tradition. In fact, I’d wager you thrive on it.
Queen Calanthe: Spoken as one who has navigated his own share of fools.

Queen Calanthe: Tell me, Witcher, why are there so few of you left?
Geralt of Rivia: It is no longer possible to create more of us, since the sacking of Kaer Morhen.

Geralt of Rivia: Tell me, Your Majesty, why do you risk your life on the battlefield when you can rest on your throne?
Queen Calanthe: Because there is a simplicity in killing monsters, is there not? Seems we are quite the pair, Geralt of Rivia.

Urcheon: I was cursed as a young boy. My whole life a living misery until the day that I saved your husband, King Roegner, from a certain death. By tradition, I chose the Law of Surprise as payment. Whatever windfall he came home to find would be mine.
Queen Calanthe: Oh, the stupid b****rd. Better you had let him die!
Geralt of Rivia: You knew he’d come, and you pushed me to kill him.

Eist: Who are we to challenge destiny? Life was saved, debt must be paid, or the whole order of the world falls apart.
Mousesack: Honor destiny’s wish, or unleash its wrath upon us.
Queen Calanthe: There is no us! I bow to no law made by men who never bore a child!

Geralt of Rivia: I’ve seen mothers lash themselves raw over the death of a child, believing they crossed destiny, ignoring the stench of the fifty other children in the plague cart outside. Destiny helps people believe there’s an order to this horses**t. There isn’t. But a promise made must be honored. As true for a commoner, as it is for a queen.

Queen Calanthe: I thought your grandmother’s gift had skipped you, as it did me. It seems I was wrong. About so many things. Destiny has spoken! And I have listened. The Law of Surprise will be honored. Pavetta will marry Lord Urcheon.

Yennefer: I’m sorry you didn’t have a life. But if truth be told, you’re not missing much. I know it’s easy for me to say with warm breath in my lungs, and you with nothing. Still, what would you have had? Parents? Well, they’re the ones who wrote your last act, so not much lost there. Friends? Most likely fair weather. Lovers? Fun for a bit, I’ll admit, but all eventually disappoint. And let’s face it, you’re a girl.

Yennefer: Your mother was right about one thing. We’re just vessels. And even when we’re told we’re special, as I was, as you would’ve been, we’re still just vessels, for them to take, and take, until we’re empty and alone. So, count yourself lucky. You’ve cheated the game and won without even knowing it.

Queen Calanthe: [after Geralt has claimed the Law of Surprise] No! What have you done, Witcher?
Geralt of Rivia: Fear not, Your Majesty, if I am seen in your kingdom again, it’ll be to kill a real monster, not lay claim to a crop or a new pup. Destiny can go f…
Queen Calanthe: [just then Pavetta vomits] Pavetta? Are you…
Geralt of Rivia: [everyone looks at Geralt] F***.

Mousesack: You’re bound to this now, Geralt. Whether you like it or not.
Geralt of Rivia: I’m not for changing. You know me better than that.
Mousesack: Yes, I do. But you can’t outrun destiny just because you’re terrified of it. It’s coming, Geralt. Not believing won’t change that.
Geralt of Rivia: Bulls**t.

Mousesack: But the bond that will come into being between you and this child, when it is born, will be extraordinary. If you dismiss it, leave without claiming this child surprise, you will surely unleash true calamity upon us all.
Geralt of Rivia: I’ll take that chance.

Geralt of Rivia: [to Mousesack] Mind yourself. True words are rare birds in courts like this. Watch for daggers in your back. Or, more likely, poison. Be careful, old friend.

Voice: [to Ciri] What are you, child?

Jaskier: [to Geralt] What’s it been, months? Years? What is time, anyway? I heard you were in town. Are you following me, you scamp? I mean, I’m flattered and everything, but you should really think about getting a hobby one of these days.

Geralt of Rivia: I’m not fishing. I can’t sleep.
Jaskier: Right. Good. Well, that makes sense. Insomuch that it sort of doesn’t.

Geralt of Rivia: [referring to the djinn] It’ll grant me wishes. It’s in this lake somewhere! And I can’t f***ing sleep!

Jaskier: I don’t mean to play priest’s ear, or anything, but has it occurred to you that maybe we’re merely rubbing salve on a tumor? Not exactly addressing the root cause of the problem? Hm? I mean, maybe, just maybe, this whole sleeplessness-ness has got something to do with what the druid Mousesack said to you in Cintra? You know, the Law of Surprise? Destiny? Being unable to escape the child that belongs to you, et cetera, et cetera?
Geralt of Rivia: No! It’s not that.
Jaskier: Yeah, you’re probably right. But what if you’re not?

Jaskier: You know, the Countess de Stael once said to me that destiny is just the embodiment of the soul’s desire to grow.

Jaskier: We are so having this conversation. Come on, Geralt. Tell me. Be honest. How’s my singing?
Geralt of Rivia: It’s like ordering a pie and finding it has no filling.

Geralt of Rivia: There are only three wishes.
Jaskier: Oh, come on. You always say you want nothing from life. So how was I to know you wanted three wishes all to yourself?
Geralt of Rivia: I just want some damn peace!

Chireadan: A djinn in a bottle? It’s like a fairy tale.
Geralt of Rivia: Without the happy ending.

Tissaia: You like pain. We get it.
Yennefer: I inflict pain.
Tissaia: My dear, you still think there’s a difference.

Tissaia: [to Yennefer] You’re looking for something. You’re wasting your time. The so-called mages you’re enlisting will not help you with your problem. And if you’re not careful, you will become just like them, irrelevant. You are pure chaos right now. You want a cure, and it’s making you sloppy.

Tissaia: You knew the cost of enchantment.
Yennefer: But I didn’t know what it would mean to me.
Tissaia: What does it mean to you? Why? Why do you want a baby?

Yennefer: Am I hearing this right? The great Tissaia wants my help? What’s the matter? Have you lost your touch?
Tissaia: Only you can be thrown a lifeline and think that you are saving me.
Yennefer: You’re afraid I’ll be everything you could never be without you. Which is the rub. You only want me to do well so long as you had your hand in it.

Tissaia: How did we get this way? I gave you all I could give. What more do you want?
Yennefer: Everything.

Geralt of Rivia: I brought you apple juice.
Yennefer: And quite a bit more.

Yennefer: Your heartbeat, it’s extraordinarily slow. You’re a mutant.
Geralt of Rivia: A witcher. Geralt of Rivia.
Yennefer: The famous White Wolf. I thought you’d have fangs, or horns, or something.
Geralt of Rivia: I had them filed down.

Geralt of Rivia: Please, Jaskier here needs immediate attention. And then, if you’d like, I’ll indulge your curiosity all night long.
Yennefer: It won’t take all night. But I’m sure we can find a way to fill the time.

Geralt of Rivia:  [referring to the clothes] How did you… Oh, right. Magic. And I hardly think bathing in this house is going to leave me any cleaner.
Yennefer: I insist. I can not only guess the age and breed of your horse, but also its color by the smell.

Yennefer: Fishing for a djinn seems an extreme measure to remedy sleeplessness.
Geralt of Rivia: When extreme measures seem reasonable, yes, I’m desperate.
Yennefer: And yet you didn’t ask me to help with that.
Geralt of Rivia: Looming death kind of jumped the queue. Now I’m wondering if I can afford you. Have I accidentally agreed to indentured servitude?

Geralt of Rivia: [referring to his scars] Go ahead, ask about them. Everyone does.
Yennefer: Everyone else is boring.

Yennefer: Nobody smart plays fair.

Yennefer: Tell me, are all witchers similarly blessed? Come now, you promised.
Geralt of Rivia: I haven’t conducted a survey, but I’d hardly say we’re blessed.

Yennefer: You were created by magic. Our magic.
Geralt of Rivia: Thank you. Made for a magical childhood.
Yennefer: Happy childhoods make for dull company.
Geralt of Rivia: Judging by your wrists, and your wits, your childhood was very happy. But Aretuza fixed you up nicely. What was your ailment before? Clubbed foot? Split ends?

Yennefer: Tell me, are there women who find this coarseness charming? Maybe some place where they find your coin very charming indeed.
Geralt of Rivia: You seem to find coin pretty charming yourself.

Yennefer: Do you doubt my capabilities?
Geralt of Rivia: No. Just your intentions.

Geralt of Rivia: I said some things to him. He’s a…
Yennefer: A friend?
Geralt of Rivia: I’d like it not to be the last thing he remembers.

Yennefer: He won’t remember much if he’s dead. It’s a joke. He will survive. And recover his vocal talents. Does that satisfy you?
Geralt of Rivia: Not in the slightest. But don’t reproach yourself for it, Yennefer. I’m not easily satisfied.

Yennefer: Sorry I couldn’t be direct, I knew you’d fight it. And I do love a good old-fashioned trap.
Geralt of Rivia: A good old-fashioned nap.

Chireadan: [as Geralt wakes up in a jail cell] She had you enact revenge on her behalf. I tried to stop you, but the guards assumed I was there to abet. The sentence will be passed by the very council members you attacked. It is sure to be death.
Geralt of Rivia: I suppose that’s one way of getting some rest.

Chireadan: [to Geralt] Why on earth would you enlist the mage’s help after my warning? It’s as though you thought the scorpion were prettier than a spider because of its lovely tail.

Geralt of Rivia: [referring to Yennefer] You’re under her spell, aren’t you?
Chireadan: I wish I was, but, no. It’s a simple issue of body chemistry.
Geralt of Rivia: You’re in love with her?
Chireadan: And I think perhaps you may understand me.

Jaskier: Definitely did not butter that biscuit. Look, I am so sorry, but I’ve just remembered I left my cat on the stove. I really must be going.

Yennefer: How’s your throat? Perhaps you should try some scales.
Jaskier: [Yennefer grabs his crotch] Toss a coin to your witcher. O, Valley of p**is. Oh, God.
Yennefer: If you want to keep all you have, make a damn wish.

Giant Bald Guard: Last words, Witcher. Make them good.
Geralt of Rivia: I want you to burst, you son of a whore!
Chireadan: [as the guard’s head suddenly bursts] You are the one with the wishes.

Geralt of Rivia: Jaskier, you’re okay.
Jaskier: Well, I’m glad to hear that you give a monkey’s about it.
Geralt of Rivia: Let’s not jump to conclusions.

Jaskier: Well, I was having a rather lovely dream, which then turned into a nightmare. There were naked women in both parts. The first one was loving, tender, very generous. The second, significantly more terrifying.
Geralt of Rivia: Tell me about the second one.
Jaskier: Well, black hair, devilish eyes, was painting an amphora on her abdomen. You know, the usual.

Jaskier: Do not tell me that this is finally the moment you’ve decided to actually care about someone other than yourself? Leave the very sexy but insane witch to her inevitable demise!
Geralt of Rivia: She saved your life, Jaskier. I can’t let her die.

Yennefer: You’re free. No longer under my spell.
Geralt of Rivia: And yet, here I am.

Geralt of Rivia: Damn it, Yennefer! Tell me what you want!
Yennefer: I want everything!

Yennefer: Make your wish! You can have anything you want! You could choose not to be a witcher. What do you desire? Immortality? Riches? Fame? Power?
Geralt of Rivia: [whispers] I wish…

Geralt of Rivia: When did you last feel happy when you felt trapped? And if you were going to portal us to safety, you could’ve taken us out of this s**t town!
Yennefer: A fine critique if you could make a portal yourself. And it wasn’t a s**t town, it was a fine town until you came along. I had a plan!
Geralt of Rivia: And that was going swimmingly!
Yennefer: It was. Like a drowning fish.
[they start kissing]

Yennefer: [to Geralt] I was right about you. You do know something of pleasure. Fleeting, but highly effective, I’ll admit.

Yennefer: What did you wish for? Tell me. Geralt?
[looks over to see Geralt asleep]

Dryad General: [to Ciri] The burden of power can be painful. Be vigilant. Always ask the right questions. Your destiny is in your own hands and no one else’s.

Jaskier: Charming how everyone wants to get their hands on Roach these days, isn’t it?
Geralt of Rivia: He means we won’t make it out alive.
Jaskier: Wait, what? No one mentioned anything about impending death.

Yennefer: How is it that I’ve walked this earth for decades without coming across a witcher, and then the first one I meet, I can’t get rid of?
Jaskier: I’d say something strange was afoot. But then again, witchers are bound to bump into monsters eventually.

Yennefer: The crow’s feet are new.
Jaskier: Yeah, well, your jokes are old.

Borch Three Jackdaws: You worry if you blink, you’ll never see her again. You’re in love with her.
Geralt of Rivia: Or the danger here isn’t the dragon.
Borch Three Jackdaws: That’s why I brought you along, Geralt of Rivia. Nothing scares you.
Geralt of Rivia: Huh. Then you don’t know Yennefer of Vengerberg.
Borch Three Jackdaws: May she be the worst encounter then.

Borch Three Jackdaws: When your species is on the verge of collapse, perhaps everything becomes more desperate.

Boholt: How would you like to serve me tonight, Witch?
Geralt of Rivia: Careful, Boholt.
Boholt: So the Witcher wants to play knight too, hmm?
Geralt of Rivia: No. She’s plenty able of murdering you herself.

Eyck of Denesle: Lady Yennefer, may I escort you to your tent?
Yennefer: Will you be joining me?
Eyck of Denesle: My lady, I would never degrade your honor in such a way.
Jaskier: I hate to break it to you, but that ship has sailed, wrecked, and sunk to the bottom of the ocean.

Geralt of Rivia: Gold dragons are a myth. For a gold dragon to exist, it would have to be the result of an accidental, unique mutation. And in my experience, mutations, they’re intentional. But it doesn’t matter. Mutant or myth, gold dragons met the same fate as anything too different to endure. They died out.
Borch Three Jackdaws: There are other ways of enduring.

Borch Three Jackdaws: If it’s legacy you’re after, perhaps you should take the overgrown c**k hair’s advice and become a knight. Sir Witcher, the White-Haired of Rivia. You’d make a rather s**tty one, refusing to slay dragons. But probably not as s**tty a one as Sir Eyck of Denesle!

Jaskier: Who slits a man’s throat while he’s relieving his bowels? Is nothing sacred anymore?

Geralt of Rivia: And seriously? You, a mother?
Yennefer: Do you think I’d make a bad one?
Geralt of Rivia: Definitely.

Geralt of Rivia: A child? What could you possibly want with a child?
Yennefer: They took my choice. I want it back! Not that I’d expect you to understand.
Geralt of Rivia: I didn’t choose to become a witcher.

Geralt of Rivia: Listen, the people who made us, they made us sterile for a lot of reasons. One of the kinder ones is because this lifestyle isn’t suited to a child. What? You were going to summon chaos on kings orders in between feeding and naps?
Yennefer: Do not patronize me!
Geralt of Rivia: I’m not.

Geralt of Rivia: I’ve thought about this. Often. And I’d rather use my Child Surprise as bruxa bait than subject it to this life!
Yennefer: What did you just say?
Geralt of Rivia: Ah, f***!

Yennefer: You have a Child Surprise? Isn’t that rich? You lecture me on made-up cures for having a child, meanwhile you cheat with destiny to steal one.
Geralt of Rivia: Every time I’m near you, I say more in five minutes than I’ve said in weeks. And I always regret it.

Yennefer: I can take care of myself.
Geralt of Rivia: You don’t always have to.

Jaskier: Yeah, you’re right, this is a shortcut. To death.

Borch Three Jackdaws: Sir Witcher, you will save us yet. But first, you must let go.

Jaskier: Life is too short. Do what pleases you, while you can.
Geralt of Rivia: Composing your next song?
Jaskier: No, I’m just trying to work out what pleases me.

Geralt of Rivia: I came for you.
Yennefer: I was afraid that mountain would take you from me, but now I fear it took your senses instead.
Geralt of Rivia: Only my nonsense.
Yennefer: I quite like your nonsense.

Geralt of Rivia: Hm. That scent. The moment I dread most every time you leave is when it fades. When you’re really gone.
Yennefer: You left first. In Rinde. I woke up in that destroyed house, and you were gone.
Geralt of Rivia: Forgive me.

Yennefer: Do you hurt? I don’t mean physical pain. They say witchers can’t feel human emotion.
Geralt of Rivia: They say whatever justifies despising our kind.

Yennefer: Do you regret it? Becoming a witcher?
Geralt of Rivia: It’s hard to regret something you didn’t choose.

Geralt of Rivia: Did you always want to become a mother?
Yennefer: I dreamed of becoming important to someone. Someday.

Geralt of Rivia: [to Yennefer] Before we met, the days were calm, and the nights were restless. But now, you’re important to me.

Cahir: It was never my intentionto torment you, Princess. All I want, all I’ve ever wanted is to help you fulfill your destiny. The White Flame has brought us together. You are the key to everything, Cirilla.

Yennefer: [referring to the dead dragon] She was protecting her baby.
Téa: And then we heard about the King’s hunt, realized we had to keep our enemies close.
Borch Three Jackdaws: [in his gold dragon form] So I came to find you, the white-haired witcher, the knight who was taught to save dragons instead of kill them.

Dara: If I stay with you any longer, I’ll be dead too. And you say you’re so special. What you really mean is that you’re just like Calanthe! You bring terror, and you bring death wherever you are!
Ciri: I’m doing the best that I can. I’m done apologizing. I’m done with all of this. I have to move on.
Dara: You’re right, Princess. Find a new family, because I can’t be there for you anymore.

Borch Three Jackdaws: This is my final first. A child. This treasure, this legacy must endure. There is no other reason to go on. Thank you for protecting it. And thank you, Yennefer of Vengerberg. I can see why Geralt didn’t want to lose you.
Yennefer: What does that mean?

Yennefer: [referring to Geralt’s wish to the djinn] That’s why we can’t escape each other. Why I feel this way inside.
Geralt of Rivia: No.
Yennefer: It’s not because of anything real, or true. You made a wish. It’s magic.
Geralt of Rivia: It’s real, Yen.
Yennefer: How could we ever know?

Geralt of Rivia: A child is no way to boost your fragile ego, Yen.
Yennefer: I’ll take advice from you about children as soon as you take responsibility for the one you bound to you and then abandoned!

Borch Three Jackdaws: I’m going to save you both a lot of hurt with a little pain now. The sorceress will never regain her womb. And though you didn’t want to lose her, Geralt, you will.
Yennefer: He already has.

Geralt of Rivia: [as Yennefer leaves] You wanted to show me what I was missing, there she goes.
Borch Three Jackdaws: What you’re missing is still out there. Your legacy. Your destiny. I know it. And you know it.

Geralt of Rivia: Why is it whenever I find myself in a pile of s**t these days, it’s you, shoveling it?
Jaskier: Well, that’s not fair.
Geralt of Rivia: The Child Surprise, the djinn, all of it! If life could give me one blessing, it would be to take you off my hands.
Jaskier: Right. Right, then. I’ll go get the rest of the story from the others. See you around, Geralt.

Cahir: The time of the sword and the ax is nigh.

Geralt of Rivia: [to Calanthe] Call it destiny, security, what larger forces at work, I don’t care. I will take her, protect her, and bring her back unharmed, I promise you that.

Geralt of Rivia: First, you try to kill me, then you lie to me. I’m just trying to keep Cirilla safe.
Queen Calanthe: Ciri is safe, with me, until the day she takes over my throne.

Geralt of Rivia: Listen to me.
Queen Calanthe: I did listen once. Let a hedgehog into my court. It got me Pavetta dead. I won’t lose Ciri too. So you and destiny can both f*** right off.

Geralt of Rivia: A dynasty can’t survive on arrogance alone.
Queen Calanthe: Says a witcher. She needs family. You know nothing about that. Your own mother cared so little, she discarded you.

Geralt of Rivia: You lecture me on a mother’s love yet offer up someone else’s daughter.
Queen Calanthe: Queen to all of Cintra, grandmother to one. I won’t orphan that girl.
Geralt of Rivia: You’re sentencing her to death!

Istredd: [as Yeneffer drinks some ale] Wow. That’s a face. You hate it that much?
Yennefer: Only because I have taste buds.

Istredd: I mean, look at you. You could have anyone.
Yennefer: I have. And it was fun to be wanted. The object of desire. After where I came from, I lapped it up. But they all loved the power that came with my position at court. Not my power.
Istredd: And no one’s ever seen that but me?

Istredd: [to Yennefer] You know, I spent years waiting for this moment where you realized we’re meant for each other. You know, coming up with excuses to study at Aedirn. Henges, dead languages, anything to get closer to you again, and every request I made was denied. You shut them all down.

Istredd: [to Yennefer] You went after the thing you loved. So you chose power. At least you kept your eyes.

Istredd: [referring to Tissaia] You said she asked for me.
Vilgefortz: No. I told you that she said you were her best student. I’m the one that wants you here.
Yennefer: It took five minutes for the lies to start. Why did I expect anything else from a place held together by bulls**t?

Yennefer: A word of advice. Think for yourselves. It’ll save you a lifetime of heartbreak.

Yennefer: The ability to create life, real life, they take that from you. And then send you out, so the only family, the only loyalty you have, is to them. And you’ll trade it all for what? Looks that never change. A court full of idiots. But you don’t have to do it.

Yennefer: I don’t care what you do, but remember this. Even if you do everything right, follow their rules, that’s still no guarantee you’ll get what you want.

Tissaia: Sometimes, you have to compromise in order to survive.
Yennefer: You say I never took responsibility for the way my life turned out. What about you?

Vilgefortz: Nilfgaard won’t be satisfied until they have the whole Continent.
Artorius: And how do you know this?
Vilgefortz: Because that’s the same lie I would tell.

Vilgefortz: I’m the only one here that’s led soldiers into battle.
Stregobor: Oh, yes. And don’t we know it? You wear your silly costume every chance you get. All those years swinging his sword around were years he wasn’t serving as a mage.
Tissaia: Or killing babies born at an eclipse.

Fringilla: There is no such thing as dark or light magic. Nothing in this world is as simple as that.

Tissaia: [to Yennefer] I know you hate this place, but there are girls who need it. Those who have only ever known chaos until we teach them control. You were right, in Rinde. Aretuza is all I have.

Tissaia: You should join us.
Yennefer: Did you hear a word I just said? Why would I protect this?
Tissaia: If you will not do it for the Brotherhood, then do it for me. Please.
Yennefer: Have you ever used that word before?

Queen Calanthe: The Witcher, I couldn’t let him go. I know what I’ve done. He’s in the gate keep.
Mousesack: If I can bring him here, to Ciri, destiny may yet side with us.

Mousesack: [referring to Geralt] Your Majesty, he’s gone. Looks like he’s escaped.
Queen Calanthe: If he is out there, then there is still hope for her.

Ciri: I should’ve traded that ring for food. You’re right, Clop. Or are you Clip? Gods, what kind of crazy person talks to a horse?

Ciri: I’m sorry if your family got hurt. We played knucklebones together. This isn’t you. I know it.
Anton: You know f*** all. You thought you were better than us because we had to let you win? The only thing special about you was the f***ing crown on your head.

Ciri: Verily, I say unto you the era of the sword and the ax is nigh, the era of the Wolf’s Blizzard. The Time of the White Chill and the White Light is nigh. The Time of Madness and the Time of Contempt.

Tissaia: There’s nothing like a higher purpose to permit men to do the unspeakable.
Young Alderman: But it’s all any of us have left. We have to defend it.
Sabrina: That’s heroic.
Yennefer: And stupid.

Marites: [as Yennefer creates more arrows] I wish I could do that.
Yennefer: It’s magic. It’s not real.

Triss: Is Vilgefortz to be our new daddy?

Triss: Geralt of Rivia. I often wonder where fate took him.
Yennefer: Somewhere unpleasant, I’m sure. You should be wary of his kind. They’re so often disappointing.

Tissaia: Must you always be so fatalistic?
Yennefer: It’s only appropriate, seeing as we might die.
Tissaia: All the more reason to live tonight.
Yennefer: Mmm. Like you.
[they both look over to Vilgefortz]

Tissaia: So, are you ready? To die?
Yennefer: Yes. I’ve lived two or three lifetimes already.
Tissaia: But you haven’t been satisfied in any of them.
Yennefer: I’ve tried. But I’ve no legacy to leave behind. No family. It’s time to accept that life has no more to give.
Tissaia: You still have so much left to give.

Visenna: We must live and let live.
Young Geralt: What’s that mean?
Visenna: It’s our code. We have to cling to something. If we don’t, the world descends into chaos.

Vilgefortz: What are you after? What do you want?
Cahir: To get to the center of it all.

Tissaia: [to Fringilla] I won’t let you do this. You’re worth more than Nilfgaard can ever give you.

Yennefer: Is anyone out there? Is anyone still alive? Is anyone still alive?

Visenna: [to Geralt] You’re not dead. You’ve merely woken.

Renfri: [as Geralt dreams] Don’t move.
Geralt of Rivia: There’s magic in the air.
Yennefer: Your wound was troublesome, Geralt. But you will be alright.
Geralt of Rivia: You know my name. You’re in my head. You’re listening.
Visenna: I’m a sorceress. But you knew that already.

Visenna: You were saved by your pulse. Four times slower than a normal man’s.
Geralt of Rivia: I’m a witcher. But you knew that already too.

Visenna: [to Geralt] People linked by destiny will always find each other.

Geralt of Rivia: I need to know why.
Visenna: No answer will give you what you want.

Geralt of Rivia: You trusted destiny rather than trying to find me yourself.
Visenna: Don’t ask any more questions.
Geralt of Rivia: Why?
Visenna: The answers will only hurt us both. It’s time to move on, Geralt. It’s time for you to find what you let go of. Find her. Find her. I was just a dream.
Geralt of Rivia: Please don’t go.

Geralt of Rivia: [as he wakes] Where did she go? The woman.
Yurga: Which one? You called out for so many.

Yennefer: You saved me. I won’t ever forget that.
Tissaia: It’s your turn to save these people, this Continent. This is your legacy.
Yennefer: How? I can’t!
Yennefer: You can! Everything you have ever felt, everything you’ve buried. Forget the bottle. Let your chaos explode.

Zola: [to Ciri] I know. It’s a simple life. But if I’ve gone tomorrow, I had everything I wanted. My health, a roof over my head, a headstrong boy, his father to match. Everything. Except a daughter. I can’t help but think I was meant to find you.

Geralt of Rivia: [as he’s embracing Ciri] People linked by destiny will always find each other.

Ciri: [to Geralt] Who is Yennefer?