Character: Bernard

- You awakened me from sleep, Bernard. Let me do that for you.
- It's not a dream, Dolores, Is a fucking nightmare.

I thought cars were flawed, imperfect. On the contrary: people are just algorithms that are created for survival at any cost. Sophisticated enough to consider themselves the main, control all the passengers.

Dovolenky as loose from the chest the baby, I can take, to go head first into the ubiquitous, universal, current past life.

How many, I should say, depends on the pants; the most intelligent person can completely ispohabit heinous pants.

Despise you meet contempt.