"[Director's Cut Ending/After Jeff kills Jigsaw and moves to Lynn's corpse] Lynn! I'm gonna get us outta here, okay? But your beautiful hair... your beautiful hair. I'm gonna get us outta here. [Plays tape]"

"I forgive you."

"I forgive him! I forgive him!"

"Got the key."

"Every day, I wanted to to kill him. For three years I wanted to kill you. You know what? Maybe I am [a murderer]."

"You don't remember me. Maybe you remember Timothy Young? He was the driver who killed my son. You gave him six months! Six months! People get more for fucking parking tickets!"

"That's exactly it! You didn't do anything!"

"You fucking killed my son. Don't you fucking beg. Do you know who I am? I'm your fucking teacher, you motherfucker."

"She's nothing."

"Fix me, you motherfucker!"

"Eric Matthews learned nothing from your test. He was the same person he was when he arrested me. He framed me when he took me down."

"It's all bullshit. It's all a fucking lie. And I'm just a pawn in your stupid games."

"He's not all the way."

"The judge is alive."

"You can try and take it off yourself. That could be tricky. Slightest knock in the wrong place could trigger it. I should know. I built it."

"I'd go for the neck but I'm not the brain surgeon. Just do it quietly so John doesn't hear me die."

"I know it's hard to concentrate when you're surrounded by so many things you could kill me with."

"Why don't you fucking tell me something that I don't know, you stupid cunt?!"

"Are you gonna behave?"

"[Director's Cut tape] Hello, Jeff. I made this tape as an insurance policy, if you will. And, if you're listening to it, it's time to collect. I was your final test, Jeff. Your final test of forgiveness. And if you're listening to this, then you failed. Now you must pay the price. The price of holding on to all that anger. The price of driving your wife away from you. The price of living for nothing but vengeance. Now I will give you something to live for. I told you that you couldn't kill me, Jeff, but I didn't tell you why. And the answer is simple: I am the person responsible for the loss of your child. I am the only person who knows where your daughter is. She only has a limited supply of air, and if you want to get her back, you'll have to play a game."

"[Theatrical Ending tape] Hello, Jeff. I made this tape as an insurance policy, if you will. And, if you're listening to it, then it's time to collect. I was your final test of forgiveness. And if you're listening to it, then you failed. Now you must pay the price. The price of living for nothing but vengeance. Now I will give you something to live for. I told you that you couldn't kill me, Jeff, but I didn't tell you why. And the answer is simple: I am the person responsible for the loss of your child. I am the only one who knows where your daughter is. She only has a limited supply of air, Jeff, and if you want to get her back, you'll have to play a game."

"Hello, Jeff. If you're listening to this, that means that the confrontation you so long dreamed of is finally unfolding. In your head, he is a cipher, a symbol of your life changing. A symbol of death. I present him to you now as a simple human being. His name is Timothy Young. He is 27 years old, a medical student with a mother and a father just like you. A man whose life also changed the day your son died. That day, he made a terrible mistake. You believed he didn't pay for that mistake, and now is your chance to make him pay. The device Timothy is strapped to is my personal favorite. I call it The Rack. The human body is a miraculous creation. Ever wonder how far the arm can twist? This device is going to start twisting. There is a chance he might live, though, with your help. To your right is a box. At the back of a box is a key. It's tied to the trigger of a shotgun. The question you have to ask yourself is this: Are you willing to take a bullet for the man who killed your son? Does "do unto others as you would have them do unto you" apply here, Jeff? Make your choice."

"Jeff, when the judge presiding over your case sentenced your son's murderer so lightly, your soul never recovered. Now you have the power to sentence his soul straight to hell. Or you can forgive. The key that will free him is hidden inside your son's possessions. Possessions you have clung to for far too long. Now, if you flip the switch on the incinerator beneath you, a fire will cleanse you of this obsession and destroy them all, leaving only the key remaining. It is also the key that will bring you closer to the man accountable for taking your child. He doesn't have much time, Jeff. Let the game begin."

"Welcome to your first test, Jeff. In the past three years, you've cursed the names of all those you thought were responsible for the death of your son. You fantasized those accountable will pay. Well, in this room you will find a woman in front of you chained in place. This will prevent her from running... much like she did the day your son was hit. Her name is Danica Scott. She was the only witness present at the scene of your son's untimely demise. If not for her own self-absorption and cowardice, she could have brought your son's killer to justice. Now it is you who has a chance to bring her to justice. You alone can grant her the gift of life before she freezes to death. Behind the pipes on the back wall, you will find the key that will free her and bring you one step closer to the man responsible for the loss of your child. Will you claim the key to save only yourself, or can you find it within you to save another? Make your choice."

"Hello, Jeff. Over the past few years, you have become a shell of your former self, consumed with hatred and vengeance. Vengeance against the drunk driver who killed your only son. Vengeance against the killer who, to your surprise and dismay, was set free after a hasty trial. Today, however, it will be you who will be put on trial. To escape from where you are, you will have to face a series of tests. You will have to suffer to move through each of them. But with each one, you will have a chance-- a chance to forgive. When you complete the tests, I promise you will finally come face-to-face with the man responsible for the loss of your child. That will be your ultimate test. Can you forgive him? You better hurry, though. In two hours, the doors will lock and this place will become your tomb. This is what you've been waiting for, Jeff. Let the game begin."

"Hello, Kerry. I want to play a game. Up until now, you have spent your life among the dead, piecing together their final moments. You're good at this because you, like them, are also dead. Dead on the inside. You identify more with a cold corpse than you do a living human. I believe you want to join your true family - indeed your only family - in death. The device you are wearing is hooked into your ribcage. And by the time this tape has finished, you will have one minute to find a way out. At the end of that minute... you should know better than anyone what happens then. There is a single key that will unlock the harness, Kerry. It's right in front of you. All you have to do is reach in and take it. But do it quickly. The acid will dissolve the key in a matter of seconds. Make your choice."

"Hello, Troy. I want to play a game. This game will take place in a room not much bigger than the one you've spent most of your life in: a prison cell. Despite all of the advantages and privileges that you were given at birth, you have returned to prison again and again. More comfortable in chains than you are in freedom? Tonight, we will see how far you are willing to go to break those chains once and for all. Live or die, Troy. Make your choice."

"(Last words) Live or die, Jeff. Make our choice."

"Game over."

"You're walking us toward a precipice, Amanda. Step back."

"Suffering? You haven't seen anything yet."

"[To Amanda in a flashback] Amanda. Do not be afraid. Your life has just begun."

"The rules of our game have been very clear. You need to abide by those rules."

"Death is a surprise party. Unless, of course, you're already dead on the inside."

"Leave it to a doctor to find such a cold, clinical way of saying I'm dead man walking."

"[Referring to Lawrence Gordon] I was his patient and he was mine."

"Fran Ambrose: [on the lack of information of girls commiting matricide] Maybe girls are too smart to get caught."

"Connie Bates: No, Norman. No more blood, please. No more blood."

"Gloria: You've got a tongue like an elephant's memory."

"Let me out of here! Norman! Do you hear me, boy? Let me out!"

"Don't you have any respect for the dead?"

"Mother! Oh God, mother! Blood! Blood!"

"You get in the car, I'm gonna get rid of the past for good."

"All that faith and no potatoes."

"Just me and my trusty umbrella."

"I was practically running the motel single-handedly by the time I was 15. I was the man of the house, she used to call me that. She depended on me, especially when she was scared. She was scared to death of thunder and lightning."

"It's 22 years later, and Norman Bates is coming home."

"Just when you thought it was safe to go back to the shower!"