"The world is made up of little pieces of things left over, so how do you recombine those in a creative way, to create these characters and creatures? And then we'd take trips out to these junkyards here in LA, and go and get bags and bags of junk, and take them back to the studio and look at them, and use that to inspire us, and find little ideas in that."

"[To 7 about loss of 2, 5, 6 and 8] They all died because of me. I started this and now I need to finish it."

"[To 7, 4, 3 and 1 about their origins] I now know the truth! The Scientist! The Scientist; he's the source! He gave us his soul. We are him."

"Let me try that again."

"What? Go back to 1? So he can lock us away while this nightmare awakens? Never."

"I never left. You finally decided to join the fight."

"Go back to the source"

"We'll need a full barrel."

"Help me put it down!"

"You know, you're just like him. You forget to remember to be scared."

"[Last words; trying to stop 9 from unwittingly reactivating the Fabrication Machine] Wait! What are you doing?! We don't know what it is!"

"[to the Cat Beast] Here, kitty, kitty. Why don't you finish what you started... with me?"

"Some things in this world are...are better left where they lie. But if you know where to look, these ruins are full of riches."

"Wait! I'm a friend."

"[Last words] They've left us nothing. Nothing. Why do we have to right their wrongs? Sometimes, one must be sacrificed."

"Sometimes fear is the appropriate response."

"The gas killed everything. I led us here to sanctuary. And here we waited for the war to end. Slowly the world became silent. The only thing that remains now is the beast. So we stay hidden. And we wait for it, too, to sleep."

"When we woke in this world, it was chaos. Man and machine attacked each other with fire and metal."

"No! We have rules! [8 walks in] Our new guest seems confused. [to 9] Perhaps I can help you achieve some clarity."

"[9 finds and sees the record message] Greetings, 9. It had such promise, my Great Machine. It was meant to be an instrument of progress. Of creation. That was the agreement our Chancellor failed to honor. Though the fault is hardly his alone to bear. The Machine was born purely of my intellect. Which I now know...was not enough. My creation was hopelessly flawed and indeed dangerous for it lacked the human soul, and could be easily corrupted by those who controlled it. That is why I'm making each of you. ['9 finally learns his origins] You are all that's left of humanity. You...are all the pieces of my soul. Together, you and this device shall protect the future. Look closely and remember what you see."