«My name is Harley Sawyer. I'm called "The Doctor".

When I look at this company we've built, I do not feel proud. Declining profits, failed experiments, people are constantly seeing things they shouldn't. How is that anything less than complete failure on our part? It's pathetic. Now we're understaffed, safety protocols are being abandoned, workplace incidents are common. We can't avoid a lawsuit forever. We need to deal with all of these issues at once. I'm here now with a solution: The Bigger Bodies Initiative. Giant toys. We can increase our workforce and simultaneously decrease the number of lawsuits and people on our payroll, IF... the people we have working... aren't... people. Put me in charge of it, and I will save this company.»

«Mortality is the curse of the weak, the fire that incinerates the flesh. I strive to snuff that flame. Call me a monster, but I am simply a man who escaped incineration, and embraced the infinite!»

«Hm. Now what's this? Do I feel something squirming it's way beneath my skin? An invasive, foreign little germ... after all this time? Ah, but I see... you. Well, little germ, let's make a game of you... You've blundered along the shadows above, and only managed to squirm all the way down here but by the barest skin of your teeth. There are no shadows here that would be of use to you. Not even the ground beneath your feet is yours. There are no places you can hide. Not from me.»

«Do you hear it... like I do? Off somewhere. Somewhere... far. Beyond this place. Beyond any place. A bell. For whom does it toll, you think? A wounded little pup lifts its head beneath the shadow of the master's raised foot. For whom does that bell now toll?»

«Do you believe you're taking the moral high road? Is that what you believe? Dear friend, let me illuminate for you an obvious truth; survival necessitates choices. Difficult choices... this one is yours.»

«If you want to leave this room, it'll come at a cost. It's this little life, or yours. You know what you have to do. Just the slightest pull, and you snuff whatever minuscule bit of light still flickers behind those faraway eyes. That brutish glob of clay would do it. Poppy would do it. It's YOUR mission. The door will open. Or, is maintaining the veil of your "morality" more important? Act quickly.»

«Not even the ground beneath your feet.»

«I'll bury myself so far down that no one will ever find me. Not you. Not The Prototype. Not anyone.»

«It was going to be mine. It was all going to be mine. My discovery. My recognition. I was the one who paved the golden path.»

«T-T-The minds of m-men... are easy to br-br-break.. you believed mine could be broken too..

you were wrong.»