Citas

Disco Elysium

Ancient Reptilian Brain: There is nothing. Only warm, primordial blackness. Your conscience ferments in it - no larger than a single grain of malt. You don't have to do anything anymore. Ever. Never ever.
Ancient Reptilian Brain: An inordinate amount of time passes. It is utterly void of struggle. No ex-wives are contained within it

Volition: In honour of your will, lieutenant-yefreitor. That you kept from falling apart, in the face of sheer terror. Day after day. Second by second.
Inland Empire: DETECTIVE.
Esprit-De-Corps: ARRIVING.
Authority: ON THE SCENE.

Kim Kitsuragi: Detective, each of us has our part to play in the world. My part is to solve crimes. I am under no illusion that my role isn't a minor one, in the scheme of things... but I embrace it *because* it's my role, and it's yours too, detective, whether you accept it or not!

Evrart Claire: The Union is going to build a modern youth centre in Martinaise! It will be righteous. We're gonna get those teenagers off drugs... and on roller skates!

Cuno: Fucking low velocity? You think Cuno doesn't know what you're talkin' about? Velocity was FUCKING MAX! Talkin' shit about Cuno's velocity...

Mack Torson: Dear god, he lost his gun! Oh my... I can't... he...
Jean Vicquemare: This isn't really a laughing matter...
Chester McLaine: Mack can face the Giant of Koko Nur by himself, but Disco here made him piss his pants!
Mack Torson: Oh I... I can't... fuuuuck, he lost his... ask him if he still has his wiener!
Jules Pidieu: I'm not going to...
Mack Torson: Ask him!
Jules Pidieu: Sergeant Torson here is wondering if you are still in possession of your genitalia. Over.
You: I left it at his momma's after I fucked her ass all night. Tell him that.

Jules Pidieu: He says that he sodomized your mother, sir.
Mack Torson: He ate momma's vanilla waffles at the Chief's birthday party, the prick!

You: I've been establishing my superstardom hard lately.
Composure: Yeah, you have! You're a big dick cop. Dick Mullen. Salaam Rocky Bhai. Bad-ass, on-the-edge disco cop. Time to recede into a ludicrous fantasy world, HERE WE GO! Camera, lights...
You: ACTION!

You: What is this sinking feeling I have with the words 'motor carriage'?
Inland Empire: Nothing. Nothing. It's probably nothing, forget I brought it up. Please proceed with the carefree lollygagging.

Electrochemistry: That sugary black rum stain on the counter makes you teary-eyed with joy. It's almost touching how syrupy and sticky it is. How long have you been up already?
You: Pretty long. It's drink o'clock.
Electrochemistry: Atta boy! It's coming back to him! You had your mesolimbic reward pathway worried there. Not thinking about drinking all that time... it's like you weren't *yourself*.
You: I've been secretly thinking about it all this time!
Electrochemistry: There he is, the old boy, the devil! You rascal, you! Let's start right now by licking that stain off the counter. Do it, it'll be *wild*!

Cunoesse: Don't hook him up with shit, Cuno!
Cuno: C, relax, he respects the Cuno. Cuno made him respect the Cuno. You'll get all kinds of shit! Cuno's gonna get you hooked on illegal narcotics, if you run a little errand for the Cuno... get you *hooked*, pig. Get his hook in you. Then Cuno gonna get you hookin' for more. Cash in big-style. Pig hooker. See it's tension and release with Cuno. Now we releasin'.

Electrochemistry: Now that you've acquired some stimulants, it's time for a little pick-me-up. Time to *detect*.
You: Will it make me into a Supercop?
Electrochemistry: It will make you into *more* than that... a Megacop! This is your modus operandi. This is how you've done it for *years*. Let's go!
You: Okay, my body is ready. Let's do this.
[Try some speed]

You: So there's a lack of magnesium in me?
Composure: Yes, and it's critical. Look at yourself. You're practically devolving into a fish due to the lack of magnesium in your bloodstream.
You: I need to Mag it up?
Composure: You need to get *SO* magged up! You've probably had two heart attacks and a minor stroke already, and the only prescription is insane amounts of magnesium.

Measurehead: To an untrained eye the Kojko appear white and pinkish. Like a ham sandwich. But look into their eyes and you will see, they are of an indistinct colour, and so is their skin: unhealthy, muddy and ashen. Pinkness is a racial quality that has to be earned through centuries of advanced ballistic warfare and cultural domination that the Graad people have undergone for drinking Al Gul and smoking the degenerate tabac herb... and for eating *potato*. The Kojko, the countless micronationalities of Graad, are all inexplicably obsessed with *potaat*. The only thing they like more is dividing into microscopic ethnostates. Like political amoeba.

Electrochemistry: You take the painkillers. They are yours now.
[read the side effects]
Electrochemistry: Oh boy, where to start? Elevated risk of dementia? Mini-strokes? Prophet's disease? Sudden death? Hair death? Erectile malfunction? Critical flatulence? Watery blood? Black mucous? Uncontrollable weeping? Increased sensitivity to l'Opera? Inoperable joint disorder? Total spinal collapse?
Reaction Speed: Don't think about that! Quick, think about something else!
You: Oh my God, I went up to a woman and actually said "I want to have fuck with you" earlier. What the hell is wrong with me?

You: I broke the water lock with my motor carriage. But it's fixed now. You can go back.
Morell the Cryptozoologist: You broke the water lock with a motor carriage? But there was a billboard in the canal, not a vehicle. It said 'Samaran Butter'.
You: No, see, I jumped over the canal in my motor carriage, tearing through the Samaran Butter sign, which fell into the canal, blocking the gates. I used the pawn shop as a launch ramp.
Morell the Cryptozoologist: Why?
You: Because I'm insane.
Morell the Cryptozoologist: Insane... yes... okay... good...

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