disco elysium physique quotes

YOU - Yes sir! Forge me into organic steel, coach!

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - It's going to take blood, sweat, piss, and tears, but when I'm done with you, boy, you will be a Master Athlete!

YOU - Wait, why piss?

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - You should hang out with this kid and see what that juicy *shit* is all about.

YOU - Juicy what now?

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - I mean drugs. The kid's on drugs.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - You should be drunk too. Or, like, *drunker*. You don't want to die sober do you?

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - You and the lieutenant lean all your weight into pushing the doors apart, but you're not quite synchronized in your efforts. They slam shut.

KIM KITSURAGI - The lieutenant leans back against the door, panting. “Let's try this again later? It's…very tough.”

EMPATHY - Here's a son who absolutely *adores* his mother. Adorable!

SHIVERS - You're sitting on a kicksled, whizzing through the snow. A warm, kind presence is guiding the sled behind you, her mittened hand resting on your back. You feel very, very loved -- and very, very safe.

MORELL - “We will definitely mention you, should this lead to a discovery. I'm not talking co-discovery, of course, but…”

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Wow! Co-discovery? You'd be famous. You'd show them all. This *does* tingle the pleasure centre…

YOU - “Mr. Evrart is helping me find my gun.”

JOYCE MESSIER - The woman scans her surroundings as though a neurologist might magically appear.

YOU - “Mr. Evrart is helping me find my gun.”

SHIVERS - …your skin crawls…

SHIVERS - MR. EVRART IS HELPING HIM FIND HIS GUN.

YOU - *Slowly* reach out and touch the creature's whisker.

INSULINDIAN PHASMID - With your hand shaking you barely touch the tip of the left whisker.

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - Looks like someone's got hurt in a fight. This antennae is much smaller than the other one.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - But what's this? You're all out! Maybe this freak will spot you some…

YOU - Nah, I'm good without it.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Hope you don't get any little wires crossed because you lost your concentration, Mr. Clean-and-Sober.

YOU - Try the shades on.

BOX OF SUNGLASSES - Abort! These are hideous. What's more, they don't even fit your face. You can feel them pinching your nose and chafing against your brow.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - They're perfect for concealing your bloodshot and baggy eyes.

YOU - Why is the light so strange?

SHIVERS - Because this is a place of mystery.

PAIN THRESHOLD - The visions compete for space in your brain with the hailstorm of radio signals coming from the compressor. You feel like your skull is about to shatter into smithereens.

HALF LIGHT - Tear into him. Pile it on him. Everything you got on him, the more the better…

ENDURANCE - Look at yourself: You go about with this mopey look on your face like a dog who's been beaten with an old stick.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Hey! It took a minor neurological *miracle* to get your face to this point!

LILIENNE'S TWIN - “We heard *bad* words and said them, and got in trouble…”

LILIENNE'S OTHER TWIN - “Bad words,” the other says, nodding absent-mindedly. “Bad, bad words…”

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Say *fuck.* It'd be HILARIOUS.

SHIVERS - A panicking woman squeezes the pendant around her neck until it leaves a mark inside her palm. A man, a few metres away, stands frozen with a key in his hand.

HALF LIGHT - Mmmm…the most beautiful smell in the world, fear.

HAND/EYE COORDINATION - Alright, here's the plan: You hurl the ledger in her face -- already darting right -- and *immediately* close the distance. Left hand grabs the barrel, right one breaks the wrist…

HALF LIGHT - OH MY GOD, YES!!!!

HORSEBACK ANTENNA - The wind is pulling at the giant tarps that cover the blasted facade of the Capeside Apartments.

SHIVERS - Air moving through what was once a row of apartments protected by walls and a roof. It sighs through the remains of bedrooms and parlours…

YOU - What is down the shore?

SHIVERS - Urban coastline, rain dripping off eternite-covered roofs. Cinder blocks left over from half-finished construction. A defunct research and development building once seized by revolutionaries.

PAIN THRESHOLD - Feels like a knife.

EASY LEO - “Once Jean-Luc said he's a *dragon* to this mob fellow who came picking a fight with some Union men. Heh, I think he really believed Jean-Luc *was* a dragon, because he ran right off.”

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - That's precisely what he is. Evrart's dragon.

ENDURANCE - Failing is weakness and weakness is awful.

YOU - It's never not too late! I can *still* turn it back…

ENDURANCE - No, it's *far* too late. All that remains is for you to feel bad, because you failed, and there's nothing you can do about it. That is the way of the world…

ENDURANCE - Do you know what today is?

YOU - My birthday?

ENDURANCE - No. Check your badge. Is it your birthday? No, it's not. Try again.

YOU - It's drink o'clock.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Atta boy!

VISUAL CALCULUS - These are the lines of someone who has written by hand *a lot* and has developed a style only they themselves -- or *you yourself* -- can decipher.

PAIN THRESHOLD - Written in a rush. In pain.

PISSF****T - “Hey, we can be just as hard! Like a brick on top of another brick.”

FUCK THE WORLD - “Or a grave on top of a grave.”

LOGIC - Wouldn't a grave on top of a grave be just a big hole? What's hard about holes?

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Filling them up, baby!

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Fine. We're not worried…you'll crawl back to this bottle soon enough. We'll give you another chance. Booze *always* gives you *another* chance.

KIM KITSURAGI - “Now -- I'm going to report you and you're going to go to jail.”

HALF LIGHT - Oh no, you're a cop, you can't go to jail…

YOU - “You're joking.”

KIM KITSURAGI - “Am I?” He arches his brow.