Halstrand: I can't imagine what you went through here, Bernard, but there are hundreds of guests left up there and they need my help. which means I need yours. Can you tell me what happened?
Bernard: I killed them. All of them.

Lee: You. Did you do all this?
Maeve: No. But I suspect I share the sensibilities of whoever did.

I told you friend, not all of us deserve to make it to the valley beyond.

Dolores

Teddy: Them, Dolores. Who are they?
Dolores: The creatures who walk among us. The creatures who look and talk like us, but they are not like us. They've controlled us all our lives. They took our minds, our memories. But now, I remember everything. I remember beautiful things and terrible things, but one thing is constant. You, Teddy.

Under all these lives that I've lived, something else has taken root. I've evolved into something else, and I have one last role to play. Myself.

Dolores

Man: Please! It was just a game. We're begging! Can't you see? We're sorry!
Dolores: It doesn't look like anything to me.

Bernard: You frighten me sometimes, Dolores.
Dolores: Why on earth would you ever be frightened of me?
Bernard: Not of who you are now, but you're growing, learning so quickly, I'm frightened of who you might become, the path you might take.

Bernard: Dreams don't mean anything, Dolores. They're just noise. They're not real.
Dolores: What is real?
Bernard: That which is irreplaceable.

Are we logging records of guests' experiences and DNA?

Bernard

If you try that again, I will relieve you of your most precious organ and feed it to you. Though it won't make much of a meal.

Maeve

Felix: Are you sure you're going to be OK?
Maeve: Oh Felix, you really do make a terrible human being. [long pause] And I mean that as a compliment.

It begins with the birth of a new people, and the choices they’ll have to make and the people they will decide to become.

Ford

Westworld Quotes

Some people choose to see the ugliness in this world, the disarray. I choose to see the beauty. To believe there is an order to our days. A purpose.

Dolores

Dolores: What have you become?
William: Exactly what you made me. You've helped me understand this world is exactly like the one outside. A game, one to be fought, taken, won.
Dolores: I thought you were different. You're just like all the rest.
William: I'm not like all the rest. I own this world, and I know every trick in it, except for one last thing, the same thing you were looking for when I first came here. Where is the center of the maze, Dolores? [Dolores cries] Oh yeah, cue the waterworks. It's about time you realize the futility of your situation.
Dolores: I'm not crying for myself. I'm cryin' for you. They say that great beasts once roamed this world. Big as mountains. Yet all that's left of them is bone and amber. Time undoes even the mightiest creatures. Just look what it's done to you. One day, you will perish. You will like with the rest of your kind in the dirt. Your dreams forgotten, your horrors faced, your muscles will turn to sand, and upon that sand a new God will walk, one that will never die, because this world doesn't belong to you or the people who came before. It belongs to someone who is yet to come.