Disco Elysium Quotes

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.

JOYCE MESSIER - “Indeed. There is a term of endearment they coined for it. In the Dolorian century, when humanity was *high* on this world, discovering more and more of it -- these archipelagos included...”

YOU - “What is it?”

JOYCE MESSIER - “Elysium.”

ENDURANCE - It's time to wipe that decadent homo-sexual grin off your face.

INLAND EMPIRE - No. Communism killed him, remember? Love made it possible. You know this much.

SAVOIR FAIRE - But Savvy's got your back. Savvy's going to book you a charter flight with eighty birds of prey on board, to a land where the streets are paved with krugerrands and fixed-income securities. You'll try again, but this time with *money*. You'll win her back.

YOU - Wait, the pale is human made?

INSULINDIAN PHASMID - It is a nervous shadow cast into the world by you, eating away at reality. A great, unnatural territory. Its advent coincides with the arrival of the human mind.

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.

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

YOU - “Promiscuity -- you mean the *cock carousel*.” (Twirl your hand around in the air.)

MEASUREHEAD - YOU USE VULGAR HUMOUR TO DISTRACT YOURSELF FROM THE PAIN THAT WOMEN HAVE CAUSED YOU. IMPOTENT RAGE AT THEIR PROMISCUITY WILL NOT HEAL YOU. AND IT *REPELS* WOMEN.

INLAND EMPIRE - Why should we just leave and leave -- and the world get left behind?

YOU - Found a corpse recently. He'd had a Tequila Sunset moment.

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...

ACELE - Ah! No. This is a *contact microphone*, it's for recording *inside* solid objects. Contact Mike just beats people up.

YOU - No need for secrets.

SHIVERS - No need for anything anymore.

EMPATHY - If you say 'Two days, maybe', it will be etched in her mind forever.

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

YOU - “The people who built this world intended it to be better for you, but they failed. It is easier to live in their failure with this by your side.” (Tap on the tape recorder.)

CONCEPTUALIZATION - Pity. The jackets are meant to complete each other. If a man were standing alone on a street corner with 'PISSF****T' written on his back, it'd just be an individual that has taken a liking to urine. And 'FUCK THE WORLD' all on its own is, frankly, generic.

YOU - (Look at your wrist.) “It's apocalypse o' clock. Time to commence the Gloaming.”

KIM KITSURAGI - “Press your damn cheek against Lamby, okay?” The lieutenant sounds authoritative -- and surprisingly gruff.

People imagine picking up and finding *something better* is an easy solution. But how is that supposed to work, when all your time and energy goes to staying alive? You have almost nothing to set aside to actually fight your way out.

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!

LIMBIC SYSTEM - No. It was *him*. *He* is the infernal engine, can't you see? He never stops. He only gets worse.

DOLORES DEI - I always loved you for it -- but it could not save us. It could not make me stay.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - You would be right to drown this shit in alcohol. Drown it... until your neurons depolarize. Until it's gone, melted.

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.

Where it goes silent. And dark. Kilometre by kilometre. In any direction. The Motorway South is a road you cannot come back from.

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*.

SHIVERS - COME MORNING, I CARRY INDUSTRIAL DUST AND LET IT SETTLE ON TREE LEAVES. I SHAKE THE DUST FROM THOSE LEAVES AND ONTO YOUR COAT.

PAYPHONE - You're not a revolutionary, Harry... You're drunk.

EVRART CLAIRE - I think a daughter of a man who killed a man with a kebab can handle running a little nightclub, don't you?