Elliot: I'm not Elliot. I'm a part of him.
Darlene: I know. No, you're not him. Not the Elliot I grew up with, at least. I've known since we started fSociety. You don't act like him. At first I thought, maybe it was you, but different. Then when you forgot who I was again, it wasn't hard to figure it out from there.
Elliot: How come you never said anything?
Darlene: I don't know. We were hanging out, we were spending time together. It felt like we were finally getting close. I guess I didn't want that to stop.

Elliot: I wondered when you were gonna show up.
Mr. Robot: Wherever you go, I go.
Elliot: There's a lot to fill you in on.

Mr. Robot: Here. You should put this on, it's cold outside today.
Elliot: Now you want to help?
Mr. Robot: That's the only reason I'm here, kiddo.
Elliot: Who are all these people?
Mr. Robot: Only you know that.
Elliot: Only I know? What the fuck is going on? Where's Angela?
Mr. Robot: She's not coming.
Elliot: Why not?
Mr. Robot: There was never going to be a wedding, Elliot. That's what I've been trying to tell you.
Elliot: I don't understand. Whiterose's machine created this. That's why we're here.
Mr. Robot: No, it didn't. You were right about her game. It deactivated the machine just like you thought it would. This is a world you created.
Elliot: I created?
Mr. Robot: I tried to bring you back here a while ago.
Elliot: I've lived here before?
Mr. Robot: You accidentally slipped into it once when you went through a morphine withdrawal.
Elliot: So, this is some kind of dream?
Mr. Robot: No, not a dream. A prison. A recursive loop that you constructed about a year ago to keep him occupied, so you could take control.
Elliot: Who?
Mr. Robot: The real Elliot.
Elliot: The real Elliot? What the fuck are you talking about? You think the Elliot back at my apartment was the real Elliot?
Mr. Robot: As real as you can be in this deluded fantasy that yous stuck him in.
Elliot: I'm the real Elliot Alderson.
Mr. Robot: You're no more Elliot Alderson than I am you. You're just like me, only a part of him, and if you don't let go, he'll never get back to living his own life.
Elliot: What life? I killed him, remember.
Mr. Robot: You can't kill him, no matter how hard you try.
Elliot: This doesn't make any fucking sense. If I'm not Elliot, who the fuck am I?
Mr. Robot: You already know that.

Angela: The people out there, there's no reason for them to be here.
Elliot: Why not?
Angela: Isn't it obvious? He tried to tell you. You are not Elliot. You are the mastermind.

Dom: Unfortunately, I can't let you get away with this. You've been parked in this fire lane for quite a while and I'm going to have to give you a ticket.
Elliot: I'm moving it right now.
Dom: I'm going to have to see some I.D. first. Is this your vehicle?
Elliot: Yeah.
Dom: Then I'm going to need that I.D.
[Elliot passes over I.D.]
Dom: Sir, what this is this? I asked for your I.D.
Elliot: It's my I.D.
Dom: Sir, this I.D. belongs to Elliot Alderson.
Elliot: Yeah, that's me.
Dom: This person is nothing like you.

I won't give up on this world ... not until I finish this, once and for all.

Elliot

Elliot: This isn't going to work on me.
Whiterose: Please, have a seat.

You go down this path, it'll never end.

Elliot: I love you.
Mr. Robot: I love you.

Price: Want to tell me what's going on?
Whiterose: I thought we'd start with a drink.

Mr. Robot: How we doing?
Darlene: Deus members should be arriving.
Mr. Robot: You think they're on to us?

I've had a fucking rough night as well.

Darlene

Mr. Robot Quotes

You see, I'm a mercenary. I don't play fair. I play what I want. You deal with a mercenary, then all decorum gets tossed out the window. So you go ahead with your cute threats and your watch beeps. Order will not protect you anymore, my friend. I will rain chaos, even if it hurts me. Because I would rather see you lose than win myself. Oh. That's all the time I have.

Philip Price

Is any of it real? I mean, look at this. Look at it! A world built on fantasy. Synthetic emotions in the form of pills. Psychological warfare in the form of advertising. Mind-altering chemicals in the form of... food! Brainwashing seminars in the form of media. Controlled isolated bubbles in the form of social networks. Real? You want to talk about reality? We haven't lived in anything remotely close to it since the turn of the century. We turned it off, took out the batteries, snacked on a bag of GMOs while we tossed the remnants in the ever-expanding Dumpster of the human condition. We live in branded houses trademarked by corporations built on bipolar numbers jumping up and down on digital displays, hypnotizing us into the biggest slumber mankind has ever seen. You have to dig pretty deep, kiddo, before you can find anything real. We live in a kingdom of bullshit. A kingdom you've lived in for far too long. So don't tell me about not being real. I'm no less real than the fucking beef patty in your Big Mac.

Mr. Robot