Echoes Quotes

Dr. Ouelet: [repairing cybernetic hand] Open and close, please. You have damaged internal systems.
Major: Maybe next time you can design me better.
Dr. Ouelet: How are you?
Major: I'm fine, I can't feel anything.
Dr. Ouelet: No, you. In there.
[smiles]

Major: I've been having glitches. But they'll pass.
Dr. Ouelet: You've been talking your medication?
Major: Yeah. But these ones are still cycling. I had two this morning.
Dr. Ouelet: Sounds or image?
Major: Both.
Dr. Ouelet: [scans] I see it. Have you made any

unencrypted downloads?
Major: No, just delete them for me.
Dr. Ouelet: Consent.
Major: My name is Major Mira Killian and I give my consent to delete this data.
Dr. Ouelet: It's done. It's no big deal.
Major: What are they?
Dr. Ouelet: Sensory echoes from

your mind. Shadows. Can't be sure.
Major: How do you know what's a glitch and what's me?
Dr. Ouelet: The glitches have a different texture... to the rest of your code. I can see everything. All of your thoughts, your... decisions.
Major: I guess privacy is just for humans.
Dr. Ouelet: You are human.

People see you as human.
Major: Everyone around me seems to fit. They seem connected to something, something I'm... not. It's like I have no past.
Dr. Ouelet: Of course you have a past. And with time you'll feel more and more connected to it... and to them.
[surgery complete]
Dr. Ouelet: Open and close, please.

[hand works]
Dr. Ouelet: We cling to memories as if they define us, but... they really don't. What we do is what defines us.

Capt. James West: Gordon, what's your plan for getting this thing off my neck?
Artemus Gordon: Excuse me?
Capt. James West: Well, that's what you're here for, right? You're the master of this mechanical stuff.
Artemus Gordon: [chuckling maniacally] Oh ho ho, I see. *Now* I'm the "master of this mechanical

stuff." As opposed to five minutes ago, when I was calmly and coolly trying to find a solution to this very problem. But then something happened. Someone, who will remain nameless...
[throws back his head and shouts]
Artemus Gordon: JIM WEST!
["Jim West" echoes through the canyon]
Artemus Gordon: ...decided to jump over the wire,

thereby providing us with that exhilarating romp through the cornfield, and that death-defying leap into the abysmal muck! And here we stand, with that demented maniac hurtling towards our President, with our one and only means of transportation, with Rita as his prisoner, armed with God-knows-what machinery of mass destruction, with the simple intention of overthrowing our government and taking

over the country!
Capt. James West: Gordon, I think you need to calm down.
Artemus Gordon: I can't be calm! Oh, no, no, no, no, I'm the "Master of the Mechanical Stuff"! And I have to help you! You, the master of the STUPID STUFF! You want to get your collar off? I'll get it off!
[waves his empty hand]
Artemus Gordon: I

don't have a gun, otherwise I'd shoot it off!
[grabs a rock]
Artemus Gordon: Here, here's something! In the true Jim West style, I'll just bash it with a rock!
Capt. James West: Gordon, you don't want to do that...
Artemus Gordon: Oh, but I do!
[does so]

Official #2: [Randolph Duke has just collapsed with shock] Mortimer, your brother is not well. We better call an ambulance.
Mortimer Duke: Fuck him! Now, you listen to me! I want trading reopened right now. Get those brokers back in here! Turn those machines back on!
[shouts - it echoes pathetically throughout the trading hall]

Mortimer Duke: Turn those machines back on!

[first lines]
Title Card: From the ashes of The Ruin, the Communities were built. Protected by the Boundary. All memories of the past were erased.
Jonas: After The Ruin we started over, creating a new society, one of true equality. Rules were the building blocks of that equality. We learned them as Newchildren. Rules like: use precise language, wear your assigned

clothing, take your morning medication, obey the curfew, never lie.
Jonas: My name is Jonas. I don't have a last name. None of us did. That day, the day before graduation, I admit it, I was scared. Tomorrow we'd be assigned our jobs, our purpose. It seemed everyone knew theirs already. Not me. I was lost. I always felt like I saw things - differently; saw things other

people didn't. I never said anything. I didn't want to be different. Who would?
Asher: [bicycle bell dinging] Jonas!
Fiona: I apologize, we're late. I got Asher to come say goodbye to Teacher.
Jonas: I accept your apology.
Jonas: [narration continues] Asher and Fiona. We'd been friends our whole lives.

Asher was the boy who made everyone laugh. Fiona, well, she was the girl who made everyone smile.
Asher: [standing on his bicycle pedals] ... Take that back! Whoever is listening, please, please, do not make me Vice Chancellor of Waste Management! Please!
Jonas: [narration continues] We lived in a world where differences weren't allowed. There was no

"popular." No fame. No losers and no winners. Our Elders had eliminated all of that so there'd be no conflict between us. Fear, pain, envy, hate, they weren't words so much as sounds. Their echoes were gone to the other side of history. I'm asked if I should apologize for what I did. I'll let you decide.