Disco Elysium Quotes

Lose all the actors, the dark shadows, leave only the still lifes, the blissful distant wash of waves. If everybody knew -- you never did. She’ll be coming soon. That is all.

ENCYCLOPEDIA - The South Safre conflict is an ongoing proxy war between Graad and Safre. It has been hot for 12 years with the atrocities piling on. Mostly committed by the Graad.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - The funk soul brother at the back of his head has gone dark. Forever.

JOYCE MESSIER - The Coalition of Nations. Graad, Mesque, Vesper, Messina, Oranje and Sur-La-Clef -- the armed centre of the world. They landed here and ended the Revolution. It was the *moralist* thing to do.

SHIVERS - BY THE WAY, APOLOGIZE TO YOUR PARTNER AT ONCE. UNITY AMONG THE RANKS IS PARAMOUNT.

MEASUREHEAD - “THE PAST IS MADE OF STATIC IMAGES, DISTORTED MEMORIES, DEMENTED NOSTALGIA. THIS, THE PRESENT -- WITH ALL ITS POSSIBILITIES, INNUMERABLE HITS AND MISSES -- IS FAR SUPERIOR. IT IS A *LIVING* ORGANISM.”

BLOATED CORPSE OF A DRUNK - You really dropped the ball, Harry. Four point six billion people -- and you failed every single one of them. You really *fucked up*.

You shiver, and the city shivers with you.

JEAN VICQUEMARE - You're a *worry-fest*. She's worried about you. I'm worried about you. Even Special Consultant Backpedal is worried about you. Everyone worries -- instead of *working*.

VOLITION - These guys are compromised. She's got them singing along to her tune. The little bleeps and bloops you trust for info -- you can't trust them anymore.

VOLITION - Subdue the regret. Dust yourself off, proceed. You'll get it in the next life, where you don't make mistakes. Do what you can with this one, while you're alive.

INSULINDIAN PHASMID - That must be incredibly hard. The arthropods are in silent and meaningless awe of you. Know that we are watching -- when you're tired, when the vision spins out of control. The insects will be looking on. Rooting for you.

YOU - No one wants to *do* anything with me... no one wants to party with me.

KIM KITSURAGI - “Stay with me!” You feel burning hot tears streaming from your eyes.

YOU - I don't want to be anymore. It hurts.

COALITION WARSHIP ARCHER - Perhaps, perhaps not. Could the Perikarnassians have foreseen the role Revachol would play in events to come? In truth, history only appears to rhyme because we cannot perceive events in their full complexity...

And then you see it. As it strangles and beats your friends to death... the sweetest most courageous people in the world. You see the fear and power in its eyes. Then you *know*. That the bourgeois are not human.

YOU - For some reason the name Tequila fills me with foreboding. Maybe I *shouldn't* learn with it means.

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - You think you feel bad *now*, wait till you've heard the story.

SHIVERS - A grey rain falls on Martinaise. The city soaks in it, cold and dripping. Waves hit the concrete breakers. The homeless huddle by the fires behind the fences. There, among the shacks, is your home. Stay. Have a drink. Forever.

YOU - I can't forget it. Even when I drank so much...

Still, there's something inherently violent even about dice rolls. It's like every time you cast a die, something disappears. Some alternative ending, or an entirely different world...

SUGGESTION - Brother, you should put me in front of a firing squad. I have no words for how I failed you.

HORRIFIC NECKTIE - Oh, it's her. It's definitely her. It's Miss Oranje Disco Dancer.

DOLORES DEI - I terminated yours. Don't you remember, you *poor* fuck? You poverty-stricken fuck.

I'm a deeply flawed individual, but I bring joy to the world.

EMPATHY - And he's sorry he couldn't be what he wants to be -- a good person. His last line, his revenge on the world.

Are women bourgeois?

Off we go into the wild pale yonder.

DRAMA - Who... what? Dear lord, you've been lied to. She could have killed her lover and lied to everyone! She's not the most *faire and juste* at all, she's smoke and mirrors and will-o-wisps!

YOU - No need for secrets.

SHIVERS - No need for anything anymore.

VOLITION - No. Not a disaster. Weave this into the story of you. Walk out of its *ruins*. Save those who still can be saved -- *I'm* on your side.

INLAND EMPIRE - The encroaching doom is golden red. It is inside you, but also outside, on the horizon, by the water's edge. Innermost but yet to happen -- things make sense from that angle...

INLAND EMPIRE - You're *Tequila Sunset*. You have been Tequila Sunset for a long time now.