BioShock

Bill McDonagh:
Steinman, I know Medical Pavilion is your manor, but you might want to cogitate on this: ocean water is colder than a witch's tit. You don't heat the pipes, the pipes freeze; pipes freeze, pipes burst. Then Rapture leaks. Now, I realize you're a posh sort of geezer and, frankly, I don't give a toss if you piss or go fishing. But once Rapture starts leaking, the old girl's never gonna stop, and then I'll be sure to tell Ryan he's got you to thank.

Andrew Ryan:
I am Andrew Ryan, and I'm here to ask you a question. Is a man not entitled to the sweat of his brow? 'No!' says the man in Washington, 'It belongs to the poor.' 'No!' says the man in the Vatican, 'It belongs to God.' 'No!' says the man in Moscow, 'It belongs to everyone.' I rejected those answers; instead, I chose something different. I chose the impossible. I chose... Rapture, a city where the artist would not fear the censor, where the scientist would not be bound by petty morality, Where the great would not be constrained by the small! And with the sweat of your brow, Rapture can become your city as well.

Atlas:
Would you kindly?

Atlas:
Would you kindly head to Ryan's office and kill the son of a b*tch?

Andrew Ryan:
A man chooses, a slave obeys.

Andrew Ryan:
We all make choices, but in the end our choices make us.

Atlas:
The Wild Bunny, by Sander Cohen. I want to take the ears off, but I can't. I hop, and when I hop, I never get off the ground. It's my curse, my eternal curse. I want to take the ears off, but I can't! It's my curse, it's my f***ing curse! I want to take the ears off! Please! Take them off! Pleeeeeeease!

Andrew Ryan:
Even in a book of lies sometimes you find truth. There is indeed a season for all things and now that I see you flesh-to-flesh and blood-to-blood I know I cannot raise my hand against you. But know this, you are my greatest disappointment. Does your master hear me? Atlas! You can kill me, but you will never have my city. My strength is not in steel and fire, that is what the parasites will never understand. A season for all things! A time to live and a time to die, a time to build... and a time to destroy!

Little Sister:
Look, Mr. Bubbles. It's an angel! I can see light coming from his belly. Wait a minute... he's still breathing. It's alright. I know he'll be an angel soon.

Frank Fontaine:
I remember when me and the Kraut put you on that sub. You were no more than two. You were my ace in the hole. But you were also the closest thing I've ever had to a son. That's why this hurts, kid. Life isn't strictly business.

Frank Fontaine:
Come and get it, mook!

Atlas:
Nice work, boyo! Hahahahaha! Hahaha! Hahahaha! It's time to end this little masquerade. There ain't no 'Atlas', kid, never was. Someone in my line of work takes on a variety of aliases. Hell, once I was even a Chinaman for six months. But you've been a sport, so I guess I owe you a little honesty. Name's Frank Fontaine.

Martin Finnegan:
[about Sander Cohen] You think you gonna finish me in here, you old fruit? The other saps you tossed in this meat locker all panicked like rabbits. I just watched and waited. And when they started to kick, I started to scavenge. Made myself a little splicer cocktail I did. If you can't come in from the cold, then you gotta grow ice over your heart. And the iceman cometh, Sander baby. The iceman f***ing cometh.

Andrew Ryan:
What is the difference between a man and a parasite? A man builds. A parasite asks 'Where is my share?' A man creates. A parasite says, 'What will the neighbors think?' A man invents. A parasite says, 'Watch out, or you might tread on the toes of God... '

Andrew Ryan:
[to Jack, as he enters Ryan's sanctuary] The assassin has overcome my final line of defense, and now he plans to murder me. In the end what separates a man from a slave? Money? Power? No, a man chooses, and a slave obeys!

[pause]

Andrew Ryan:
You think you have memories. A farm. A family. An airplane. A crash. And then this place. Was there really a family? Did that airplane crash, or, was it hijacked? Forced down, forced down by something less than a man, something bred to sleepwalk through life unless activated by a simple phrase, spoken by their kindly master. Come in.

[Jack enters Ryan's layer]

Andrew Ryan:
Stop, would you kindly?

[Jack does]

Andrew Ryan:
Would you kindly, powerful phrase. Familiar phrase?

[Cascade of memories of Atlas ordering Jack to perform various tasks with the phrase "Would you kindly"]

Andrew Ryan:
Sit, would you kindly? Stand, would you kindly? Run! Stop! Turn. Was a man sent to kill, or a slave?

[Ryan hands Jack a golf club]

Andrew Ryan:
KILL!

[Jack smacks Ryan with the club]

Andrew Ryan:
A man chooses!

[Jack smacks him again]

Andrew Ryan:
A slave obeys!

[Jack smacks him again]

Andrew Ryan:
OBEEEEEEY!

[Jack kills Ryan]

[as Jack lays semi-conscious after injecting ADAM for the first time]

Splicer:
This little fish looks like he just had his cherry popped!

Atlas:
Plasmids changed everything. They destroyed our bodies, our minds; we couldn't handle it. Best friends butchering one another, babies strangled in cribs... the whole city went to Hell.

Diane McClintock:
[Her audio diary] Another New Year's. Another night alone. I'm out and you're stuck in Hephaestus, working. Imagine my surprise. Agh, I guess I'll have another drink. Here's a toast to Diane McClintock, silliest girl in Rapture. Silly enough to fall in love with Andrew Ryan. Silly enough to...

[the explosions, sounds of carnage and screaming of the cataclysmic New Year's Riot interrupts her in the background of her transmission]

Diane McClintock:
Wh-what happened? I'm hurt- I'm bleeding... oh, God...

Atlas:
[over the radio as Jack enters Rapture in a bathysphere] The lighthouse is lit up like Hellfire. Looks like some kind of plane crash.

Johnny:
We're in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, how could it be?

Atlas:
I don't know. But you best get over there, and be quick about it. The Splicers are coming.

Johnny:
You've gotta be kidding! How do you know someone's even coming?

Atlas:
Because we've got a bathysphere on its way down. And that means we've got company.

Sander Cohen:
I know why you've come, little moth. You've your own canvas. One you'll paint with the blood of a man I once loved. Yes. I'll send you to Ryan, but first, you must be part of my masterpiece. Go to the Atrium. Hurry now! My muse is a fickle b*tch, with a very short attention span!

Kyle Fitzpatrick:
[Playing piano and plastered to the bench, crying] Mr. Cohen... please!

Sander Cohen:
[Over the intercom] Silence! Allegro, allegro! Da, da, da, da, da, da, presto! Presto! No! No!

Kyle Fitzpatrick:
[Sobbing] I'm trying! Please!

Sander Cohen:
Once again, young Fitzpatrick.

[Fitzpatrick resumes playing Cohen's dramatic piece]

Sander Cohen:
Da, da, da, da, da, da! No!

Kyle Fitzpatrick:
Oh, Cohen, you sick f***! Let me out of here!

[the piano explodes]

Dr. J.S. Steinman:
What can I do with this one, Aphrodite? She WON'T... STAY... STILL! I want to make them beautiful, but they always turn out WRONG! That one... too fat! This one... too tall! This one... too symmetrical! And now... what's this, Goddess? An intruder? He's ugly. Ugly! UGLY! UGLY!

Andrew Ryan:
So tell me, friend, which one of the b*tches sent you? The KGB wolf, or the CIA jackal? Here's the news: Rapture isn't some sunken ship for you to plunder, and Andrew Ryan isn't a giddy socialite who can be slapped around by government muscle. And with that, farewell, or dasvidaniya, whichever you prefer.

Andrew Ryan:
You ooze in like an assassin, and then you try to sneak out like a thief! You're no CIA spook. Who are you! Why have you come here! [beat] There's two ways to deal with mystery: uncover it, or eliminate it.

Andrew Ryan:
I came to this place to build the impossible. You came to rob what you could never build - a Hun gaping at the gates of Rome. Even the air you breathe is sponged from my account. Well... breathe deep, so later you might remember the taste.

Andrew Ryan:
Why are you so resistant to the traditional methods of separating a man from his soul? You're not CIA, are you? You belong to Atlas - the one roach I can't seem to exterminate. Don't worry; I just need time to find the proper poison.

Andrew Ryan:
On the surface, I once bought a forest. The parasites claimed that the land belonged to God, and demanded that I establish a public park there. Why? So the rabble could stand slack-jawed under the canopy and pretend that it was paradise *earned*. When Congress moved to nationalize my forest, I burnt it to the ground. God did not plant the seeds of this Arcadia - I did.

Andrew Ryan:
Before the final rat has eaten the last gram of you, Rapture will have returned. I will lead a parade. "Who was that," they'll say, as they point to the sad shape hanging on my wall, "who was that?"

Andrew Ryan:
What is the greatest lie every created? What is the most vicious obscenity ever perpetrated on mankind? Slavery? The Holocaust? Dictatorship? No. It's the tool with which all that wickedness is built: altruism. Whenever anyone wants others to do their work, they call upon their altruism. Never mind your own needs, they say, think of the needs of... of whoever. The state. The poor. Of the army, of the king, of God! The list goes on and on. How many catastrophes were launched with the words "think of yourself"? It's the "king and country" crowd who light the torch of destruction. It is this great inversion, this ancient lie, which has chained humanity to an endless cycle of guilt and failure. My journey to Rapture was my second exodus. In 1919, I fled a country that had traded in despotism for insanity. The Marxist revolution simply traded one lie for another. Instead of one man, the tsar, owning the work of all the people, *all* the people owned the work of all of the people. So, I came to America: where a man could own his own work, where a man could benefit from the brilliance of his own mind, the strength of his own muscles, the *might* of his own will. I had thought I had left the parasites of Moscow behind me. I had thought I had left the Marxist altruists to their collective farms and their five-year plans. But as the German fools threw themselves on Hitler's sword "for the good of the Reich", the Americans drank deeper and deeper of the Bolshevik poison, spoon-fed to them by Roosevelt and his New Dealists. And so, I asked myself: in what country was there a place for men like me - men who refused to say "yes" to the parasites and the doubters, men who believed that work was sacred and property rights inviolate. And then one day, the happy answer came to me, my friends: there was *no* country for people like me! And *that* was the moment I decided... to build one.

Dr. Yi Suchong:
[from an Audio Diary] Clinical Trial Lot 23, Dr. Suchong, Client Fontaine Futuristics. Work on telekinesis plasmid proceeding well. Lifting objects at distance present no problem. Moving objects through space, no problem. Cannot stop speeding bullet, but can catch and throw fast moving object. Problem not with plasmid. Problem with reaction time... Suchong just get new idea for plasmid.

[repeated line]

Little Sister:
Kill him, Mr. B! Kill him!

[repeated line]

Little Sister:
Three too many, three too many, three too many, three too many!

Dr. J.S. Steinman:
No, Goddess! He'll ruin everything! Get him! Have your harpies tear him to bits!

[Ending:
If the player kills more than one little sister and save some of them]

Brigid Tenenbaum:
[sad tone] They offered you everything, yes? And in return, you gave them what you always did: Brutality. You took what you wanted. All the ADAM. All the power. And Rapture trembled. But in the end, even Rapture was not enough for you. Your father was terrified that the world would try to steal the secrets of the city. For you now have stolen the terrible secrets of the world.

[Ending:
If the player chooses to save the little sisters]

Brigid Tenenbaum:
They offered you the city... and you refused it. And what did you do instead? What I've come to expect of you. You saved them. You gave them the one thing that was stolen from them: A chance. A chance to learn, to find love, to live. And in the end, what was your reward? You never said it, but I think I know: a family.

[Ending:
If the player should be cruel and heartless enough to kill ALL the little sisters]

Brigid Tenenbaum:
[angry tone] They offered you everything, yes? And in return, you gave them what I've come to expect of you: Brutality. You took what you wanted. All the ADAM. All the power! And Rapture trembled. But in the end, even Rapture was not enough for you. Your father was terrified that the world would try to steal the secrets of his city. But not you. For now you have stolen the terrible secrets of the world!

[the player sucessfully drains the ADAM from Fontaine's mutated body. Fontaine berates the player for his actions in defeating him]

Frank Fontaine:
[furious; distorted voice] I had you built! I sent you top-side! I called you back, showed you what you was, what you was capable of! Even that life you thought you had? That was something I dreamed of and had tatooed inside you head.

[the five Little Sisters come from out of the vents to finally finish the job on Fontaine]

Little Sister:
[yells] Get him!

Frank Fontaine:
Now if you don't call that family, I DON'T KNOW WHAT IS! And now...

[One of the Little Sisters jumps on Fontaine's back and stabs the needle in his neck. Fontaine screams in pain as he, now growing weak and coughing, shoves the Little Sister off of him]

Little Sister:
Come on! Come on!

Little Sister #2:
Kill him!

Little Sister #3:
You can't leave!

[the third Little Stster jumps onto Fontaine and stab him hard with the needle, in which Fontaine collapes to the floor. All the Little Sisters gang up on him and they all fatally stab him hard, draining the last of the ADAM from his body to his death]

Little Sister #4:
Get him! Yeah!

Little Sister #5:
Kill him! Kill him!

[the stabbing continues as the game fades to black]

[repeated line]

Little Sister:
Scabby on my knee. Scabby on my knee. Scabby on my knee. Scabby on my knee! Scabby on my knee! Scabby, scabby on my knee! Scabby on my knee!

[repeated line]

Little Sister:
I'm ready for dream time, Mr B.

[repeated line; the player is battling the Big Daddy]

Little Sister:
Unzip him, Mr. B! Unzip HIM!

[repeated line; the player defeats the Big Daddy]

Little Sister:
[sobbing] B-B-B-Bubbles!

[the little sister is in tears]

[repeated line; the player defeats the Big Daddy]

Little Sister:
[screams] What's wrong with you, Mr. B?

[the little sister is in tears]

[repeated line; the player chooses to rescue the little sister]

Little Sister:
You saved me.

[repeated line; the player chooses to rescue the little sister]

Little Sister:
Thank you. Thank you for helping me.

[repeated line; the player chooses to rescue the little sister]

Little Sister:
Thank you, Mister. Thank you.

[repeated line; the player defeats the Big Daddy]

Little Sister:
Please get up, Mr. Bubbles! Please!

[the little sister is in tears]

[repeated line; the player defeats the Big Daddy]

Little Sister:
Mr. B! Mr. B!

[the little sister is in tears]

[repeated line]

Little Sister:
There's a land called Lillipoppy! And living there is the lillipop!

[the player kills Andrew Ryan]

Atlas:
[yells] Hurry now! Grab Ryan's genetic key! Now would you kindly put it into that goddamn machine?

[the player races to the Self-destruct Override machine and places the key into the slot]

Atlas:
Ahh! Nice work, boyo.

[Atlas bursts into laughter as his true identity is revealed]

Atlas:
It's time to end this little masquarade. There ain't no Atlas, kid. Never was. Selling my line of work takes on a variety of aliases. Hell, once I was even a China man for six months. But you've been a sport, so I guess I owe you a little honesty. The name's Frank Fontaine. I gotta say, I had a lot of business partners in my life. But you... Of course, the fact that you were genetically conditioned to bark like a cocker spaniel when I said, "Would you kindly", might've had something to do with it, but still. Now as soon as that machine finishes processing the genetic key you just fished off Ryan, I'm gonna run Rapture, tits to toes. You've been a pal, but you know what they say: Never mix business with friendship. Thanks for everything, kid. Don't forget to say hi to Ryan for me.

[sung to the tune of "Frere Jacques"]

Little Sister:
Mr. Bubbles, Mr. Bubbles / Are you there? Are you there? / Come and give me lollies, come and bring me toffees / Teddy bears... teddy bears.

[repeated line]

Little Sister:
Come on, Mr. B! The Angels are waiting for our kisses!

[Before gathering ADAM]

Little Sister:
Who looks after sleeping Angels? I do... I do...

[repeated line]

Little Sister:
Angels don't wait for slowpokes, Mr. B!

Dr. J.S. Steinman:
Aphrodite is walking through the halls. Shimmering like a scalpel. "Steinman... she calls, Steinman i have what your looking for just open your eyes." And when i see her she cuts me into a thousand beautiful pieces.

Martin Finnegan:
Looks like the old grape finally sent someone. Son of a b*tch... left me to freeeeeze. Oh I've got a pose all picked out for you.

Bill McDonagh:
I've never killed a man, let alone a mate. But this is what its come to. I don't know if killing Mr Ryan will stop the war, but I know it won't stop while that man breathes... I love Mr Ryan. But I love Rapture. If I have to kill one, to save the other... So be it.

Sander Cohen:
[after Jamming Your Radio]

Sander Cohen:
Ah thats better. Atlas, Ryan, Atlas, Ryan, Da da da da da da da. Time was you could get something decent on the radio. The Artist has a duty, to seduce the ear and delight the spirit. So say goodbye to those two blowhards, and hello to an evening with Sander Cohen.

Brigid Tenenbaum:
[Explaining her Love of Science]

Brigid Tenenbaum:
I was in a German prison camp, only sixteen years old when I realized I have love of science. German doctor makes experiments, sometimes he makes scientific error. I tell him of this error, and this makes him angry. He asks "How can a child know so much?" I tell him sometimes I just know. He Screams "Then Why Tell Me?" Well I said if you are going to do such things you should at least do them properly.

[first lines]

Jack Ryan:
They told me, "Son, you're special. You were born to do great things." You know what? They were right.

Little Sister:
[if player is a harvester] Momma Tenenbaum says stay away from him.

Little Sister:
[if player is a harvester] He's mean.

Little Sister:
[if player is a rescuer] He's the one who saved me!

Little Sister:
[if player is a rescuer] There he is! The one who will save us all.

Little Sister:
[if player is a rescuer] I like him.

[Stood Up Again]

Diane McClintock:
Stood up! Again! Second time this week. Ever since my face was - Well, Steinman worked on me but it was never the same since the blast. Being alone so much gives a girl time to think. Who could hate me so much they'd ruin me like this? What did I do to them? I keep thinking of all them bandits and terrorists Ryan's got locked up in Apollo Square and I get so mad sometimes I can hardly breathe. If only I could confront them, tell them what they did to me, how they're ruining everything for me, for Rapture. Maybe I'd - Well, maybe I'd feel better.

[ADAM's Changes]

Dr. J.S. Steinman:
Ryan and ADAM, ADAM and Ryan. All those years of study and, was I ever truly a surgeon before I met them? How we plinked away with our scalpels and toy morality. Yes, we could lop a boil here and shave down a beak there but - but could we really change anything? No. But ADAM gives us the means to do it. And Ryan frees us from the phony ethics that held us back. Change your look, change your sex. Change your race. It yours to change - nobody else's.

[Seeing Ghosts]

Bill McDonagh:
Seems like some poor blighters have started seeing ghosts. Ghosts! Ryan tells me it's a side effect of this Plasmid business. One poor sod's memories getting passed onto another through genetic sampling. Leaks. Lunatics. Rebellion. And now bleeding ghosts. Ain't life in Rapture grand?

[Maternal Instinct]

Brigid Tenenbaum:
What makes something like me? I look at genes all day long, and never do I see the blueprint of sin. I could blame the Germans, but in truth, I did not find tormentors in the prison camps, but kindred spirits. These children I have brutalized have awoken something inside that for most is beautiful and natural, but in me, is an abomination... my maternal instinct.

[Arcadia Closed]

Professor Julie Langford:
Today Arcadia was closed off to all but paying customers. The man hires me to build a forest at the bottom of the ocean, and then turns a walk in the woods into a luxury. Ryan asked "Should a farmer not be able to sell his food? Is a potter not entitled to a profit from his pots?" I started to argue with the man, and then I remembered who signed my checks. Only thing worse than a hypocrite is an unemployed one.

“Say goodbye to Fontaine, and hello to Atlas!”