Brandt:
You clean, we'll sweep.


Brandt:
I told you I'd make my career with you, Preston.


Brandt:
Cleric, I can only hope one day to be as uncompromising as you.


DuPont:
And you, Preston, the supposed savior of the resistance, are now its destroyer, and, along with them, you've given me yourself... calmly... coolly... entirely without incident.
John Preston:
[Polygraph machine scribbling rapidly] No.
[Polygraph suddenly registers Preston completely in control]
Polygraph Technician:
Oh... Shit.
John Preston:
Not without incident.


DuPont:
Be careful Preston. You're treading on my dreams.


Brandt:
Mind the uniform Cleric.
[unsheathes a katana]
Brandt:
I plan to be wearing it for a long time.


[last lines]
DuPont:
Wait! Wait! Look at me. Look at me. I'm life. I live... I, I breathe... I feel. Now that you know it... can you really take it? Is it really worth the price?
[Preston sees a flash of Mary's face]
John Preston:
I pay it gladly.


Mary:
Let me ask you something.
[Grabs his hand]
Mary:
Why are you alive?
John Preston:
[Breaks free] I'm alive... I live... to safeguard the continuity of this great society. To serve Libria.
Mary:
It's circular. You exist to continue your existence. What's the point?
John Preston:
What's the point of your existence?
Mary:
To feel. 'Cause you've never done it, you can never know it. But it's as vital as breath. And without it, without love, without anger, without sorrow, breath is just a clock... ticking.


Partridge:
You always knew.
[begins to read from Yeats]
Partridge:
"But I, being poor, have only my dreams. I have spread my dreams under your feet. Tread softly because you tread on my dreams." I assume you dream, Preston.


Robbie Preston:
[Mutes TV] John?
John Preston:
Yes?
Robbie Preston:
I saw Robbie Taylor crying today. He didn't know, but I saw. Do you think I should report him?
John Preston:
Unquestionably.


Brandt:
I'm not feeling! He is the one who's feeling!


DuPont:
You really should learn to knock.