Some quotes from Disco Elysium -the Final Cut (2019)
these were narrowed down from a specific set of dialogue and descriptions based off this video essay (I Don't Want To Be This Kind Of Animal Anymore | Disco Elysium Analysis) by jeffiot. I highly recommend watching it.
β I don't want to be this kind of animal anymore. β
β You're the type of animal I would like to be. β
β I'm glad to be me -- an incredibly sensitive instrument. β
β No one believed I exist -- almost no one. Until you came. β
β Are you a miracle? β
β Of all the creatures I've met, you are the scariest. β
β Of all the creatures I've met, you are the most beautiful. β
β Of all the creatures I've met, you are the kindest. β
β Few of us can begin to imagine the horror of you -- with all creation reflected in your forebrain. β
β It must be like the highest of hells, a kaleidoscope of fire and writhing glass. Eternal damnation. β
β Even when you're sleepingβ¦ And when you wake, you carry it around on your neck. With eyes open that cannot help but swallow more behind the mirror. β
β I feel great, mute empathy for you. β
β You told us to fuck off. β
β Yes. You're sorry. You're the sorriest person who ever lived. Nothing has changed. I've heard this repentance shit a million times over. β
β We did everything we could. β
β You are tireless. Madly driven. β
β Then there's theβ¦ self-flagellating issue. β
β I don't want to be anymore. It hurts. β
β I've finally gone insane. β
β Go home. Or fuck off. β
β There is nothing. Only warm, primordial blackness. Your conscience ferments in it -- no larger than a single grain of malt. You don't have to do anything anymore. β
β This is a terrible line of questioning, and it will only lead to more awareness. β
β Alright. Nothingtown to Fuck-All-Borough! β
β Have you looked in the mirror lately? You have the exact features of a savage art critic. Disheveled and prophetic. β
β Looks like the circus left town, but the clowns are still here. β
β I am the vilest of the vile: A traitor, a devourer of nations and infants. β
β My days of giving a shit and being this type of animal are over. β
β Don't stop, keep singing. Sing me the song of death. β
β When you wear your coat, you wear my soul. β
β Weave this into the story of you. β
β Do I have a shaker in my hand? Am I wearing a little bow-tie? Am I smiling? Do you see me smiling and shaking my little shaker? No? Do you know why? Because I'm not a bartender! β
β I'm currently in between names. β
β What the fuck is a rake? I'm not a gardener! β
β The streets will flow red once more. You wait and see. β
β You are obsessed with sadness and with frivolous pop culture. β
β It's a matter of days. Not weeks. β
β It's very late. We should be resting already. Tomorrow will be another tough day. β
β You failed. You failed me. β
β Time to go work in the shit factory! β
β Don't worry, we will protect you from her beauty. β
β I see through deceits. β
β You are not a fool. β
β We made each other drink harder. That's why I liked him. β
β That's why I liked him. β
β My real name isn't mine. β
β I am as queer as cabaret. β
β You're a human can-opener. β
β I hope that at least that extra lining helps you keep warm at night. I wouldn't like you to catch cold. β
β It's your disgusting body. Even through your sleep, you feel a vague discomfort suffusing it. Your belly and your sides are unpleasantly tender. You wish you could curl up into a fetal ball of safety, but you cannot -- because of the pain. β
β You're just pretending that you're asleep, even to yourself. While the world goes on without you... β
β Thou art honourable and just, sire. 'Tis the snakes who are vile! Hissing in the grass... β
β You look like shit. β
β Oh God, ___! oh God, ___, what did you do...?! β
β I'm sorry ___. I'm so sorry. β
β The night is always darkest before the dawn. β
β Look under the floorboards. β
β Yes, I enjoyed the way he bled. β
β Habitual alcohol use has made you into a scared little pussy. β
β People just don't know how to accept gifts, especially taxidermy. β
β I'm very sorry for your loss. β
β It's not your place to live their lives. β
β What going to happen now? Everyone's going to die! What do you think is going to happen? β
β No one ever cares anymore, why would they cheat me like this?... β
β The person inside doesn't even know you are here. β
β It's the world. You're made of it. Every day you're out there you make more of yourself from it. I'm afraid you can't be unmade now. β
β You're one fine instrument. β
β You're the son of the World again. A ceaseless agent picking up litter and old newspapers, collecting your little bubble gum wrappers and idiot picture cards. Meaningless, meaningless keepsakes. β
β All those faces and all those names, all that laughter and screaming and scheming around... Every corner and every street... Recorded in you. Forever. β
β You're a real political animal. You still don't see that it's the world that's changing you. β
β I am a fragment of the world spirit. β
β My heart is the wind corridor. βΒ Β Β Β
β I've seen you with her -- and I've seen you without her. I've seen you on the crescent of the hill. β
β I need you. You can keep me on this earth. β
β Be vigilant. βΒ Β Β Β
β You're going to keep your vows. β
β I'm not going to be played by an upset stomach. β
β Kill him if you have to. Our ultimate fate depends on it. β
β It is time to unleash the Other-World. β
β They said they killed him. They said 'it was a good way to end a Sunday night'. βΒ Β Β Β
β Be wary of the abyss. β
β Okay Mr. Sunshine, I guess I'd be pretty gloomy too had I gotten shot in the ass. β
β You already were a ghost. βΒ Β Β Β
β It's the living who are ghosts. The dead are silent. They don't rattle windows or write letters in blood. The living do. β
β You are the infernal engine. You never stop. You only get worse. β
β Sunrise, ____. Prepare for war. β
β I just don't want to walk into another embarrassment. β
β I am a creature of pride, you see... I'm afraid of becoming a joke. β
β Let's just admire this piece of the world we happen to have in front of us, eh? β
β Sometimes I feel like I don't have a good brain. β
β I am a deserter, a partisan, and a prisoner of war. This is my term-less surrender. β
β It's the life of a dog, not a human being. β
β Men without ideals are only animals. β
β In truth -- perhaps I'm nothing? β