disco elysium physique quotes

SHIVERS - THIS IS YOUR CITY. DEFEND IT AT ALL COSTS.

YOU - Raise your hand slowly.

INSULINDIAN PHASMID - The insect stops its stridulation, seeming to observe you. Below its crown of reeds, little pin-prick eyes detect motion, glittering. The world stands still around you.

HALF LIGHT - No. Stop. Be afraid.

METAL GRILLE DOOR - The voices coming from the other side fall silent.

HALF LIGHT - A pair of frightened hares cowering in some dark crevice of their burrow.

YOU - “What else did Ruby tell you -- about me?”

TITUS HARDIE - “She said you have a funny taste in clothes.” He scoffs. “And that you won't *stop*.”

ENDURANCE - Never -- not until the case is solved. And then the next case. And the next…

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - When a man sets his mind and body on something and gives his hundred and ten percent, he is sometimes going to piss himself. It just happens. No shame in that.

THE DESERTER - “A rifle's scope has the best magnification.”

HALF LIGHT - Helps him see all the *shit*…

YOU - “…and if it's, you know, part of all that *shit* you see…”

THE DESERTER - “Then I pull the trigger.” He looks dead in the eye. “Think of it as a form of *critique*.”

SHIVERS - All is quiet. There is no cold hand brushing against your forehead, no rustle in the reeds -- the wind has died down. The ruin in front of you is silent as a tomb.

KIM KITSURAGI - “You tried to throw a petroleum bomb. It missed. Then you said *it's a fiasco, bratan* in a funny voice. A firefight ensued.”

YOU - “The tie made me do it.”

KIM KITSURAGI - He searches for something in his coat pocket.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - A smoke most likely.

YOU - What's below?

SHIVERS - Collapsed storm drains. Old sewage systems flooded with rainwater. Hidden weapon caches from the Revolution. Doors leading down to Le Royaume -- the catacombs to which, for three centuries, they delivered the blue-blooded dead.

YOU - “A tiny hole…in reality. It may be connected with pale, an origin point of sorts.”

PLAISANCE - “But…but…*that's* not in any of the ancient texts! How am I supposed to protect my bookstore from *that*?!”

HALF LIGHT - She's too afraid to even say the word.

HALF LIGHT - *YAWWWWN!* Can you imagine anything duller than a bunch of binoclards yanking each others' knobs?

YOU - “Sounds like a yank-fest for binos.”

STEBAN, THE STUDENT COMMUNIST - “It's nothing like that. A yank-fest is a decadent bourgeois phenomenon.”

SHIVERS - A figure in a day dress, cuddled up in an armchair…she looks up and smiles at you across the living room.

YOU - She will come back.

TITUS HARDIE - “Smartass…” He looks to his left. There's a beer there that he forgot.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Beer.

GASTON MARTIN - “*Mon dieu*. Good job, officer. That was an excellent throw!”

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - There are no two more harmful words an athlete can hear than *good job*.

SHIVERS - Summer is a long way away.

SHIVERS - Six-story ruins on the south side of the roundabout cast a long shadow over the profligate king.

SUGGESTION - Other than race science, what else do you think he's into?

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Light bondage?

HALF LIGHT - You're going to just stand there and *take it* from a doorbell?

YOU - No, I'll show you how a gentleman treats a doorbell! (Kiss the doorbell.)

KIM KITSURAGI - “Khm…” says the lieutenant. “That's unsanitary.”

TITUS HARDIE - “Now you, binoclard.” His voice is chummy as he turns to the lieutenant.

KIM KITSURAGI - The lieutenant adjusts his glasses, then extends his curled fist and taps Titus' bruised knuckles.

ESPRIT DE CORPS - A bond has been formed.

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - Not bad.

SHIVERS - The Greater Revachol Industrial Harbour is an artificial mountain range. Immense wealth resides within, and immeasurable poverty in its shadow.

YOU - “Motherfucker.”

SHIVERS - This spring thaw will not last. The winter will return to Revachol.

EMPATHY - Once someone's decided to *cut corners* for the sake of expediency, who knows what else they're capable of?

VOLITION - Swift, decisive action.

HALF LIGHT - MASS EXECUTIONS.

MAIL COLLECTION BOX - There is a hollow, saddened ring as you kick the L'Aventurier mail collection box. It sounds betrayed, in disbelief even.

PAIN THRESHOLD - Your toe has suffered damage. It hurts!

KIM KITSURAGI - “Cool. You really showed that mail collection box.”

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - GET IN THE GAME AND THROW THE GODDAMN BALL!

YOU - Why are you so mean to me?

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - EYES ON THE BALL, DINKY WINKY!

SHIVERS - No more drivers smoking on hitch steps. Just…silence.

YOU - What did the smoke smell like?

SHIVERS - Chemically sweetened.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Cocaine? Cocainum? Sounds like our kind of king.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - You run your tongue across the plate four or five times. Like a dog.

ENDURANCE - You've just got to grin and bear it. Like a champ. A champ with a rod up his ass!

HAND/EYE COORDINATION - Your hand moves, smooth and lightning-fast, to the holster -- you whip out the gun.

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - As if you've done it before.

HALF LIGHT - Kill him. Kill him now.