"TV News Anchor: This is not just the macabre conjectures of a psychic, but a forgone conclusion just waiting to rear its ugly head. Even though police would have you believe that John Kramer, a.k.a., Jigsaw, is dead, just this past week a new so-called game was discovered with grisly results. Victims have included anyone associated with the life of John Kramer, however remote. The Jigsaw Killer may be dead, but the murders continue."

"It's not my game."

"I made it! I won!"

"It's a game."

"It's policy."

"I won't do it!"

"My decisions aren't made this way!"

"Hold your breath!"

"Don't fucking move!"

"Everybody thinks we're the bad guys. Nobody mentions the millions of people we help every year without incident. Or the millions of dollars we donate to charity every year. Or all the free clinics we support."

"I'm sorry, but your own actions have caused this."

"[to a client] Those are the rules, Harold."

"[about a client] I'll get back to her this week. [under his breath] Sometime."

"Game over."

"This is John's will."

"Don't do this."

"Where did you get this?"

"Okay, John."

"It's not that simple."

"Recovery is a process."

"[Hoffman asks who William is] Unfinished business."

"I'm only carrying out John's final request."

"I didn't expect to see you here so soon."

"Who else knows about me?"

"You can never really tell what someone's thinking on the inside."

"[asked about if his watch is timing something (William's game)] I was before I got your call."

"John's dead, and his work is almost done."

"From now on, I control all aspects of the game."

"Somebody knows about the box that shouldn't."

"The game begins tonight."

"You didn't cut your own arm off?"

"[to Erickson, about Strahm being the Jigsaw accomplice] It was a shock to all of us."

"[to a reporter who has told him she knows more about John Kramer than he thinks] Somehow I doubt that."

"Hello, Tara. My apologies for exposing you and your son to this kind of treatment, but I can assure you it is not without reason. The man before you just made the sacrifices to save the life of a loved one. However, when given the opportunity to save your husband's life, he chose not to. Now, you will be given the power to save a life. Will you grant this man the opportunity to continue living, or will you dispense the same death sentence he issued your husband? Live or die. The choice is yours."

"Hello, William. Before you are six of your most valuable associates. The ones who find errors in policies. Their findings result in over two-thirds of all applications denied or prematurely terminated. Now, you must apply your analysis to them. And will you be able to find their errors? Six ride the carousel -- but only two can get off. The decision of which two survive falls upon you, but remember: the mounted gun will continue to fire until all six rounds are spent. And if no decision is made on your part, all six will perish. To offer the two reprieves, you must press both buttons at once in the box before you. However, in doing so, you will give a sacrifice of your own. Two can live. Four will die. Your decisions symbolized by the blood on your hands."

"Hello, William. You have seen the flaws in your policy. But what you have not seen is the extents some people will go to when faced with death. The lawyer from your firm has ninety seconds to cross this room, or the device attached to her chest will discharge and pierce her brain. She will find that the journey across this room is filled with danger. In order for her to make it, you will need to be there for her, as it is you who ultimately holds the key to her survival. When faced with death, will she have the skills to live? Let the game begin."

"Hello, Pamela. You've sensationalized my life, twisting the truth and exploiting my message for your benefit. Well, today, you will experience the meaning of sacrifice and you will see the consequence for those who unjustly hurt others."

"Hello, William. Standing on the platforms behind me are two of your colleagues. One, your file clerk: a young, healthy male with no living relatives. The other, a middle-aged woman with a family history of diabetes. According to your policy, your secretary is older and weaker and, therefore, less worthy to survive. But you know the loss that she will be to her family, while young Allen will disappear without a blip on the world's radar. Only one can exit this room, and the choice of whom falls upon you. You must let go of the one to save the life of the other. As you can see, the choice is not so clear when you're face-to-face with the people whose blood will stain your hands. Let the game begin."

"Hello, William. You've probably been wondering when we would see each other again. Today is that day. For years, your probability formula has decided the fate of others. The healthy have benefited while the potentially sick have been unjustly rejected. However, this formula does not take into account the human will to live. When faced with death, who should live versus who will live are two entirely separate things. Today, your policy will be put to the test. There are four straps around your limbs and you have four tests you must complete. For if you don't, the straps on your arms and legs will detonate. Look closely. You have 60 minutes to complete your tests and avoid this fate. Starting now. You are not alone in this game. Just as you have taken loved ones away from their families, if you don't reach the end before the timer hits zero, you will never see your family again. Here is your first test. Your health and hereditary background puts you in the highest category of success. However, the same cannot be said for your adversary. At only 52 years of age, this man has continued to smoke even though he has a history of high blood pressure and heart disease. This demonstrates very little appreciation of the blessings of his own life. Your game will focus on the simple element of air. Once this game begins, every time you take a breath, the clamps around your chest will close in and crush your body. The only way to escape is in the other's failure. So I ask you, when faced with death, who will survive? Live or die, William. Make your choice."

"Hello. I want to play a game. The devices on your heads are symbolic of the shackles you place upon others. You recklessly loan people money, knowing their financial limitations, counting on repossessing more than they could ever pay back. You are predators. But today you become the prey, and it is your own pound of flesh that I demand. The scale before you is your only path to freedom. However, only one of you may pass, and the toll is the ultimate sacrifice. The sacrifice of flesh. Before you are the instruments to exact this flesh. Move with haste now, for when the 60 second timer hits zero, the one who has given the most flesh will release their bindings, while the gears on your opponent's head will engage, piercing their skull. Who will offer the most flesh in order to save their life? The choice is yours."

"Once you see death up close, then you know what the value of life is."

"You think it's the living who will have ultimate judgement over you because the dead will have no claim over your soul. But you may be mistaken.*"

"[William tells him the tumor will always return despite treatment] That was even smoother. As a matter of fact, that was downright slick."