Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Don't worry.
This game is meant for you.
m,
Myself.
on a Delos property, I'll be sure to let you know.
(grunts) You, uh...
- (woman whimpering) - (gunshot)
The stakes are real in this place now.
What does it want with me?
The past, the present...
What is real?
- (gunshot) - Man: Uhh!
No one's in control.
(sighs)
For years I had no dreams of my own.
His search for consciousness consumed him.
- (horse nickers) - Whoa, boy, it's OK.
We were leaving, and the lights went out and I heard screaming.
(dying electronic sounds)
We'd never survive.
who in turn...
ARNOLD: These violent delights have violent ends.
you weren't here.
What is this, Bernard?
with the madam.
Ever the scoundrel.
and what the fuck happened here.
ELSIE HUGHES: This is not a glitch.
We'll keep him for now.
Whatever it is, y-you're not gonna find it with that map.
MAEVE: Time to write my own story.
You're in my dream.
Let's get you back to base.
Man: Put that piece of shit on the pile.
on a distant shore.
(panting)
Go! Go!
You... Did you... do all this?
The real purpose of this place?
Wait. I... I can still help.
getting to a terminal.
Delos has off-network hosts working down here?
FORD: If you're looking for the moral of the story,
Please.
All of it.
Or on any of us, from the looks of it.
But now you're prisoner to mine.
BERNARD: These things you're doing...