Don't be afraid Daniel. I can't tell you why, but know this: I choose to forget. Try to find comfort and strength in that fact. There is a purpose. You are my final effort to put things right.

There is no shame in using a parasol in the desert. As it happens, it's imperative to your survival!

Assisting a human to the best of my abilities only affords a 25 percent survival rate. That means there's a 75 percent chance that despite my efforts, the human I'm assisting will die from something beyond my control. Therefore it's better to hasten the human's death and put them out of their likely chance of misery than to deplete my limited time.

I sit in my cubicle, here on the motherworld. When I die, they will put my body in a box, and dispose of it in the cold ground. And in all the million ages to come, I will never breathe, or laugh, or twitch again. So won't you run and play with me here among the teeming mass of humanity? The universe has spared us this moment.

Where's everyone going? Bingo?

Technically, you're not supposed to use an elevator in a fire. But that might not apply during a zombie apocalypse.

Bullets don't distinguish between tough and weak.

Fabian: Namaste.
Michael: Nama-go-fuck-yourself.

I do not see the need for so many cameras.
Tom's presence everywhere is slightly oppressive. I understand the need for transparency, but why is he in the toilets?

Who are you, that do not know your history?

René, you're a man with a fork in a world of soup.

It's not out of the question that you might have a very minor case of serious brain damage.

You will soon have your God, and you will make it with your own hands.

Your body can be chrome... but the heart never changes. It wants what it wants.

Assessment, Assembly, Action.
Whatever your task, you do three things. Start by assessing what you already have and what you'll face, the problem. Then you plan with those variables in mind. Take what you have, get what you need, assemble things, people. Finally, you take action. Simple.