BioShock 2

"[upon discovering Lamb knew of his betrayal] Sweet Jesus... Lamb knew...? And she just let me hang myself out to... Oh god... Now-now-now c'mon pal, the train's ready, just... Just let me live!"

"October 9th, 1967. Hello. [clears throat] My name is Gilbert Alexander, and by the time you hear this, I will be clinically insane. I-I am recording these diaries in advance, as a... Last-ditch effort to assist anyone I might... Threaten... In, in dealing with me. My next message awaits you beyond the security checkpoint. The bio-scan will ensure that you're sane enough to need it."

"Hello again. I... I have been exposed to a massive dose of substance ADAM. By the time you hear this, I will have armed this facility’s defenses en masse. You, my friend, must therefore penetrate them... And... Kill me. Please believe that if I could have done it myself... Ah... And on that cheery note, you may use the diary lying near this screen to bypass the vocal print locks ahead and enter the security office. The password is... “Agnus Dei.”"

"[presentation recording] Thanks to new Plasmid technologies being developed here at Fontaine Futuristics, anything is possible: the power of the Gods is yours. All of our procedures are quick, painless, and safe."

"Hello again. I must assume by now that you’re willing to help end my life. In exchange, I have prepared a friendly security escort for you. Ah, now... There’s a switch in here which will allow you access to the real laboratories, where... Where what’s left of me awaits you. Please — use it."

"I’m afraid the lights in here sting my eyes terribly now. Until you arrive to deal with me, they will remain off. Please, locate the breakers and flip them, and then return here to restore power."

"Sofia and I knew that to create the first true Utopian would come at a high cost, my friend. We needed someone to be host to all that ADAM... Rapture’s finest minds. A willing subject. That is to say... Myself. [the lights turn on, a glimpse of a grotesque creature can be seen inside the tank as Alex the Great screams in pain] Whatever you may have seen inside the tank, that was indeed me. I fear the fate of Eleanor Lamb will be less physical, but no less grotesque. This tank for deep sea life is the ideal way to... to dispose of me. But first, you must retrieve enough ADAM-infused plant life to lure me out. The slugs feed on the stuff, and it’s... All I seem to want now. I have left a sample here so you know what to look for."

"It is done. The sample disposal button on the panel in front of you will administer a massive jolt of electricity to the tank, more than enough to kill me. Whatever I may say to dissuade you, do not listen. The man whose voice you hear now is long gone. As my mind fades, I find my thoughts turn to the suffering that Eleanor will be made to endure, and I am overcome with pity. But I can only offer my feeble prayers. Perhaps after my death, you can do more. Now please... I ask that you grant me peace. Goodbye, my friend, and thank you."

"He’s STEALING office supplies, the cheeky little bugger! Company ADAM, from company stock — I saw him jab it into his arm! Search him!"

"mr A? IM YOUR IMPLOYER BOY what is my name"

"oh now it remembers too late my friend TOO LATE"

"DISMISSED FIRED AND TERMATED"

"i hope that is distrcutve of you"

"[spots the player] Oho! Come back to line your pockets with more Fontaine ingenuity, have you? Understand, sir, that I am the body corporate! Understand, sir, that I am Alex the Great! A company is an organism, my friend — and I can piss you right back out into the ocean, with just a little squeeze..."

"What’s this? My secretary vouches for you! Delta, eh... You’re one of our old Protectors, yes? You’re a fine product, Delta! Yes, fine product. Built to last. Say, don’t look now, but I believe one of your old colleagues wants to welcome you back to the office!"

"I heard that! My likeness is company property, Delta, just like you are. Don’t make me strip you for parts, me laddo!"

"[singing to jam voice lock] WHEN YOU’RE DOWN IN THE MOUTH AND LIFE’S A PAIN, WEATHERMAN SAYS "HEAVY RAIN"! A LITTLE BOOST IS ALL YOU NEED, AVERAGE JOE TO HERCULES – STRONGER ARM AND SHARPER BRAIN, THAT’S WHY THE FUTURE IS FONTAINE! [laughs manically]"

"Delta... you’re dawdling. The security office is well above your pay grade. If you’re so keen to help, the restrooms need a good scrub. Here’s a clerk or two to help you along!"

"Don’t you dare touch that signal relay, Delta... Its value is ten times your own!"

"I’m very disappointed in you, Delta... Destruction of a Fontaine asset is punishable by summary dismissal! Shall I simplify that for you? Fired! Fired! FIRED!"

"I know what you're up to. You're after my job, aren't you? With your background? Ha! Do you know what class of person we chose for the Alpha Series? Criminals, Delta. You'll be laughed out of the board room! Out of the city!"

"ADAM, Delta! One little jab in the arm, and even a hopeless under performer can be employee of the month! Why, you should know. Look around… Is any of this... Familiar? [a gate rolls up next to the player, revealing a stage and a row of seats] The Rapture consumer is indebted to you, my boy! We ironed kink after kink out of our domestic Plasmid line you, right here... Well, let’s see if you’re staying competitive. Step on up and take the spotlight!"

"Where is you initiative, Delta? Why, in the old days, your antics never failed to amuse! Admittedly, this audience is lacking in joie de vivre, but see if you can’t liven them up."

"Ladies and Gentlemen... Fontaine Futuristics invites you to shed your scepticism, evolve your expectations and dissolve your doubt… As we unveil the revolutionary power of our Home Defense Plasmid Series!"

"A round of applause, please, for Subject Delta and the power of Plasmids! [an Alpha Series Big Daddy is heard roaring] Oh dear, Subject Delta! It looks like you’ve upstaged a fellow demonstrator, and he’s here to steal the show! What will Delta do now, folks?"

"[after defeating the Big Daddy] Still a winner, Delta! The tour was never the same without you! And to think, you were so spliced, you couldn’t stand when we stuffed you into that getup! The Fontaine Family Retirement Plan suits you to a tee, my boy!"

"[after the player destroys all the signal relays] Insubordination! Severance package cancelled! Benefits... Benefits rescinded...I...I... ‘’[bot is destroyed]’’"

"I see you out there, Delta! You want to be top man? You want to sit in the big chair? Well, come and take it!"

"We can’t have you running around the laboratories in you condition!"

"NOTICE TO ALL EMPLOYEES! Subject Delta is hereby dismissed!!! Escort him from the premises!"

"How dare you try to... Buy me out with this... This bribe... This... Pittance. This... Sublime... God damn you, Delta...!"

"You... You don’t have to kill me, Delta... I’m SORRY! Oh pleaase... I will go outside... I will live outside!"

"Don't need no one. I got the ADAM, now I got it all; brawn, brains, the whole bleedin' package!"

"Some thoughts are just wrong. Nasty thoughts. Gotta stomp them thoughts right out!"

"I'm an 'ard man, mate. That's how it is down here: survival of the 'ardest man. Huh…"

"Doctor Lamb says to embrace the man in the mirror. How bloody queer is that?"

"Sander Cohen. There was a man! Sharp suit, good mustache, took no guff!"

"A bleedin' golf club? Who'd have thought? I'm never havin' kids."

"[from trailer] I dreamed of a computer that could think for itself... And using Rapture's technology, I made that dream reality: A machine that can actually think — reason — for itself!"

"Hello? Mister... Sigma? Can you hear me? The name's Porter, Charles Milton Porter. Doc Tenenbaum tells me you're here to help us get the Thinker out of Rapture. It's not going to be easy, but nothing worth doing ever is. You should be able to get inside through an airlock."

"Minerva's Den has been cut off from the rest of Rapture for some time... But not cut off from splicing. Don't let your guard down. The Den's gone dark, but if you can reset the local power relay I'll be able to get the juice flowing from here."

"Reed Wahl... He and I founded Rapture Central Computing together, but the greedy bastard pushed me out years ago. The Splicers, the security... He pulls the strings in Minerva's Den now."

"Sorry I can't be there to meet you in person — you've seen the state of the Den these days. It's the Thinker that's important now, though. I need you to get to the Computer Core and print out a hard copy of The Thinker's machine code."

"Wahl. He was a brilliant engineer — we saw eye-to-eye once, long ago. But the splicing made him paranoid, delusional. He'd murder us both to keep the Thinker here."

"The Lancer is the most technologically advanced Big Daddy that Rapture ever produced. Now it stands between you and the Little Sisters... And if there's anywhere you'll need ADAM to get by, it's Minerva's Den."

"Wahl's become obsessed with perfecting his "predictive equation." The Thinker can do plenty, but tell the future? No... The splicing drove him mad. Wahl can rot here in Rapture for all I care. We'll make a copy of the Thinker and return it to the land of the living."

"I've got a bathysphere at my lab that should be able to get us the hell out of Rapture, but we can't leave just yet: first, we'll need to reprogram a signal beacon. That nutcase Lamb's got the city on lockdown, but a hacked beacon should keep her torpedoes at bay. See what you can find."

"So far, so good. I can feel the sunlight already. Now we just print out the mainframe code from The Thinker's central processor so I can take it to the surface and start to rebuild. Computer Core access is at the end of Ops."

"You're in The Thinker's Core. The code printer is upstairs, in the control booth. Top-level access only: You'll need to confirm your genetic identity to start the printing process."

"[last lines, in a letter left on his wife’s grave] I lived through the Blitz, Pearl — and the fall of Rapture. They took my memory, my voice — everything that made me a man. But nothing ever scared me so much as saying goodbye. I wanted to save you. I couldn’t resist trying to bring you back the only way I knew how. But... You didn’t want that — I know it now. And I think I’m finally ready... To let you go your way. I stand here with sun on my face... And it’s almost like I can feel you smiling. Goodbye, Pearl. I love you more than I’ve got words for. —Milton"