Disco Elysium Quotes

YOU - “What are you -- the police -- doing here?”

HORSE-FACED WOMAN - “I'm just looking out for…”

EMPATHY - You?

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

Time to go to work in the shit factory!

YOU - I don't want to be this kind of animal anymore.

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

PALEDRIVER - “What are we *doing* here? For thousands of years, Gabriel... It doesn't have to be like this. We can just give up. We can just become vapour.”

I can't believe I met you. I can't believe the happiness I feel with you. You have a vast, vast soul and I will always, always, always come back to it. Kisses, kisses, kisses.

How did you get so cool, Kim?

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.

“UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOI”

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

Don’t expect any further rewards or handclaps. This is how normal people are all the time.

It would take a million years of evolution – or a total reversal in the condition of the world – for your pain to end.

REACTION SPEED - Wait. Did he just say *Wompty-Dompty-Dom Centre*?

SUGGESTION - He did it! He said *Wompty-Dompty-Dom Centre* like it's the most natural thing in the world.

KIM KITSURAGI - “We might need your help with something later,” he adds, suddenly regaining his confidence.

AUTHORITY - As if he recalled that he's, in fact, a decorated police lieutenant, and not a naughty boy.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - The two aren't mutually exclusive.

SHIVERS - Revachol is the capital of the world. Jamrock is the capital of Revachol. Droplets form on your eyelashes.

INLAND EMPIRE - It's home.

PERCEPTION - A dog barks and a gunshot echoes off the walls of some distant building. A woman's voice...

SHIVERS - REVACHOL FOREVER.

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.

CUNOESSE - Do it, f****t! SET ME FREE!

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.”

INTERFACING - Not just any pinball machine. This is the pinnacle of pinball. 'Cornelius Gurdi and the Mountain Goats'. It's lit. You can't wait to get your hands on it.

JEAN VICQUEMARE - That's right -- 'worried'. I'm always worried about you. Every time you don't show up to work, or when you do -- but *stink*.

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

SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL IS GOING TO HAPPEN

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.

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...

SHIVERS - In a little alley next to Boogie street, a man in stained overalls steps out of a workshop for a cigarette. His hands are bruised and soaked with motor oil and dirt. He breathes smoke out of his nostrils and closes his eyes. The next five minutes are his and his alone.

DOLORES DEI - “No, Harry. Not yet. There is one more thing you have to see...” She slides her hands down her chest, and onto her lower stomach. And smiles.

Women like women too, officer. Try not to fixate on this. Let's move on.

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