Outlast

Rick Trager:
You know, I'm a bit worried how much time you've been spending with Father Martin, I know, I hope you haven't been letting him confuse you with all his "holier than thou" bible thumping. Uh, no offense to the man, but I sometimes worry he might just be a little bit crazy.

Rick Trager:
It's understandable, people get scared. They're as likely to turn to god as anything else. God died with the gold standard, we're onto a more concrete faith now. You have to rob Paul to pay Peter, there's no other way.

Rick Trager:
Murder is the simplest form, but what happens when all the money is gone? Well money becomes a matter of faith, and that's what I'm here for. To make you, believe! [Trager starts cutting off one of Miles' fingers]

Rick Trager:
You paying attention? [Trager slaps Miles] Don't pass out on me. There's still a lot for you absorb!

Rick Trager:
There! Better now, right? You understand what we achieved here? We made the consumer into the means of production. This thing, is gonna sell itself!

Rick Trager:
You know, I love the mountain air up here at night. You wanna head out, take a strole? Go ahead, I'll wait here. Go on, run free! [chuckles] I'm in no hurry. No? Alright. Nose to the grindstone, I like that. Okay then. Right this way.

Patient #1:
Kill me... Kill me...

Patient #2:
[Screams and shaking on gurney]

Rick Trager:
Shhh, shh. You weren't putting that tongue to any use anyway. Truth be told, I was just tired of licking my own stamps.