Ballard: Brian, thank God it’s you.
Tanaka: And not someone who can stand you?
Ballard: So this is it. This is where you steal their souls.
Topher: Yeah, and then we put ‘em in a glass jar with our fireflies. Why is there a tall, morally judgmental man in my imprint room besides (Boyd)?
Ballard: Who is Alpha?
Adelle: Alpha is all of these.
Topher: Huh. That's what I keep saying. And.. and of course it doesn't tell you anything. It doesn't tell me anything, and I'm smarter than everyone in this room! (looks at Adelle, points fingers in acknowledgment) But less scary.
Alpha: Because… that’s what we need. A blood ritual. Yes, yes, we’ve got to have one of those. I mean, the Aztecs knew it. The pre-Hellenic Minoans knew it, for God’s sakes. From the moment man first clawed his way out of the primordial ooze and kicked off his fins, he’s understood that the gods require blood. New life from death. The ancients had it right. But the old gods are back.
Alpha: We’re not just humans anymore. We’re not multiple personalities. We’re <em>many</em> personalities. And one of my personalities happens to be a multiple personality. But that doesn’t make me a multiple personality. I’m looking for a little nuance here.
Echo: I have 38 brains. Not one of them thinks you can sign a contract to be a slave, especially now that we have a black president.
Wendy/Caroline: We have a black president? Okay. I am missing everything.