- Elliot: Is that what God does? He helps? Tell me, why didn't God help my innocent friend who died for no reason while the guilty roam free? Okay, fine. Forget the one-offs. How about the countless wars declared in his name? Okay, fine. Let's skip the random, meaningless murder for a second, shall we? How about the racist, sexist, phobia soup we've all been drowning in because of him? And I'm not just talking about Jesus. I'm talking about all organized religion... exclusive groups created to manage control, a dealer getting people hooked on the drug of hope, his followers nothing but addicts who want their hit of bullshit to keep their... their dopamine of ignorance, addicts afraid to believe the truth... that there is no order, there's no power, that all religions are just metastasizing mind worms meant to divide us so it's easier to rule us by the charlatans that want to run us. All we are to them are paying fanboys of their poorly written sci-fi franchise. If I don't listen to my imaginary friend, why the f... should I listen to yours? People think their worship's some key to happiness. That's just how he owns you. Even I'm not crazy enough to believe that distortion of reality. So f... God. He's not a good enough scapegoat for me.
- Ray: The whole thing is a fall. You can't help but be in a perpetual state of grasping in the dark. It's not about getting up. It's about stumbling - stumbling in the right direction. It's the only true way to move forward.
- Elliot: Maybe it's not about avoiding the crash. But it's about setting a breakpoint, to find the flaw in the code, fix it and carry on until we hit the next flaw - the quest to keep going, to always fight for footing. Maybe we are all just stumbling from the right questions to the wrong answers... Or from the right answers to the wrong questions. It doesn't mater where you go or where you come from, as long as you keep stumbling. Maybe that's all it takes. Maybe that's as good as it gets.
- Elliot Alderson: God can help you? Is that what God does? He helps? Tell me, why didn't God help my innocent friend who died for no reason while the guilty roam free? Okay, fine. Forget the one-offs. How about the countless wars declared in his name? Okay, fine. Let's skip the random, meaningless murder for a second, shall we? How about the racist,sexist, phobia soup we've all been drowning in because of him? And I'm not just talking about Jesus. I'm talking about all organized religion... exclusive groups created to manage control, a dealer getting people hooked on the drug of hope, his followers nothing but addicts who want their hit of bullshit to keep their... their dopamine of ignorance, addicts afraid to believe the truth... that there is no order, there's no power, that all religions are just metastasizing mind worms meant to divide us so it's easier to rule us by the charlatans that want to run us. All we are to them are paying fanboys of their poorly written sci-fi franchise. If I don't listen to my imaginary friend, why the fuck should I listen to yours? People think their worship's some key to happiness.That's just how he owns you. Even I'm not crazy enough to believe that distortion of reality. So fuck God. He's not a good enough scapegoat for me.
- Elliot Alderson: Tell me, why didn't God help my innocent friend who died for no reason while the guilty roam free? Okay, fine. Forget the one-offs. How about the countless wars declared in his name? Okay, fine. Let's skip the random, meaningless murder for a second, shall we? How about the racist, sexist, phobia soup we've all been drowning in because of him? And I'm not just talking about Jesus. I'm talking about all organized religion... Exclusive groups created to manage control, a dealer getting people hooked on the drug of hope, his followers nothing but addicts who want their hit of bullshit to keep their... Their dopamine of ignorance, addicts afraid to believe the truth... That there is no order, there's no power, that all religions are just metastasizing mind worms meant to divide us so it's easier to rule us by the charlatans that want to run us. All we are to them are paying fanboys of their poorly written sci-fi franchise. If I don't listen to my imaginary friend, why the fuck should I listen to yours? People think their worship's some key to happiness. That's just how he owns you. Even I'm not crazy enough to believe that distortion of reality. So fuck God.
- Elliot: Even the dumb basketball game is enthralling. The ball goes into a hoop. Of course. We can finally be back to normal.
- Mr. Robot: I have burrowed underneath your brain. I am nested there. I am the scream in your mind. You will cooperate.
- Elliot: Is that what God does? He helps? Tell me, why didn't God help my innocent friend who died for no reason while the guilty roam free? Okay, fine. Forget the one-offs. How about the countless wars declared in his name? Okay, fine. Let's skip the random meaningless murder for a second, shall we? How about the racist, sexist, phobia soup we've all been drowning in because of him? And I'm not just talking about Jesus. I'm talking about all organized religion - exclusive groups created to manage control, a dealer getting people hooked on the drug of hope, his followers nothing but addicts who want their hit of bullshit to keep their - their dopamine of ignorance, addicts afraid to believe the truth - that there is no order, there's no power, that all religions are just metastasizing mind worms meant to divide us so it's easier to rule us by the charlatans that want to run us. All we are to them are paying fanboys of their poorly written sci-fi franchise. If I don't listen to my imaginary friend, why the fuck should I listen to yours? People think their worship's some key to happiness, but that's just how he owns you. Even I'm not crazy enough to believe that distortion of reality. So fuck God. He's not a good enough scapegoat for me.
- Mobley: [It is Christmas time as Romero leads Mobley down the Coney Island boardwalk to the Fun Society Arcade] Okay man, tell me again why are you bringing me to an arcade?
- Romero: That's what I keep trying to tell you. That's the problem with your generation too A.D.D to really take in the world. Now to really break it down I gotta take you back all the way to the 1920's. The Bedford's had a dwarf sanctuary here--they also had Lion Face man, Limbless Woman, shit like that--but the dwarves were the real money-makers. Suffice it to say, the Bedford's were a real hit; lines down the boardwalk weeks at a time. Then rumour has it, the husband wakes up one Christmas morning, grabs a large kitchen knife, stabs his little kids to death, kills his wife and then slits his own wrists. No motive was ever determined. Then in 1960, the place was bought up again by Mary Magnolise and turned it into a bowling gallery. She called it Games Games Games. Bit on the nose if you ask me, and repetitive but at least it had flare. She even installed a bar in the back so her and her friends could get drunk almost every night; and so she did almost every night. 'Till one time in '86, she got so liquored up she fell off the bar stool and landed on the pool cue she had in her hand; went right through her neck, clean, killed her instantly on the spot
- Mobley: Dude, why in the fuck are you telling me this for?
- Romero: [They enter the Fun Society Arcade and Romero goes behind the counter] The place remained dormant until 2000, when Ned Bosham decided to buy up the place and turn it into an arcade. Now why anyone would want to start an arcade in 2000 beats the hell outta me, but Ned Bosham decided that's what he was going to do and that's what Ned Bosham did. About a year ago Ned's oldest son Harold wanted to sell the place, but Ned wasn't down with that. So Harold, being simple-minded and needing money for whatever simple-minded people need money for, decided dad had to go. So he stole his twin brother, Clyde's, double barrel shotgun and shot dad in the face. Now what Harold hadn't expected, seeing as how he had never fired a gun before, was the kickback. It kicked back so hard, that he tripped and fell out of his dad's 20 story window. By the time that he hit the ground, his head opened up like one of those Gallagher watermelons. Now all this commotion stirred awake his twin brother Clyde, who as he told it to me, was catching some Z's in his room while all this went down. By the time that he gathered all his bearings together, he was immediately arrested for the double murder of his father and twin brother, being that the weapon was in his name. This place made him crazy; believes it is the Nexus of all evil in the universe.
- Mobley: Yeah, no shit. You buy into any of this?
- Romero: Fuck no, man. I'm too broke to be superstitious. Whatever it is that makes people not want to be here is the only reason I'm here. The people down in County don't want to touch the paper work, the IRS don't want to foreclose, I'm syphoning electricity from the grid, as far as anyone's concerned this place don't exist. Now because it's you, Mobley, I'm giving it to you for half what the rate is.
- Mobley: I'm not here to rent from you Romero, I want you to work with us.
- Romero: Oh hell no man, I just got out, I ain't tryin' to go back no time soon.
- Mobley: Man, this is a chance to get back at the system that stole six years of your life. It's a game-changer.