Policeman 1: See anything?
Policeman 2: Nothing. He's gone to ground.
Policeman 1: Better start busting down some doors.
Policeman 2: I'm not busting down any doors. You know what kind of swells live here?
Policeman 1: Did you hear what this guy did?
Policeman 2: What do you expect from an anarchist? Fitzroy's got them all trained like dogs. They go for the throat.
Policeman 1: And he draws blood today? Today of all days?
Booker: There's another sky line up above. If I could somehow get some elevation I could probably reach it.
Comslock: Stand down! Stand down.
Praying Man 1: He who crossed the Delaware with flaming sword and the wings of angels, watch over me and lend me strength.
Praying Man 2: Father Washington, hear my prayer.
Booker: Need to head to the roof and take that sky line to Monument Island.
Comstock: I know why you've come, False Shephard. I see every sin that blackens your soul. Wounded knee. The Pinkertons. The drinking, the gambling, and of course, Anna. And now to repay a debt you've come for my lamb. But not all debts can be repaid, Booker.
Booker: You don't know me, pal.
Comstock: Prophecy is my business, Mr. DeWitt, as blood is yours. Do you know why these men will die for me? Because I have seen their future in the glory, and hence they are content. What brought you to Columbia, Booker? Bring us the girl and wipe away the debt? This will end in blood, DeWitt. But then again it always does with you, doesn't it? It always ends in blood.
Comstock: You've come to lead my lamb astray, but thy crook is bent and thy path is twisted. Go back to the Sodom from which you came! Go back!
Booker: Holy shit. I got to find the controls to take this thing to Monument Island. Okay. I'm sure I can get this thing going.
Comstock: The lord forgives everything. But I'm just a prophet, so I don't have to. Amen.
Booker: Jesus! Got to get the hell out of here. Holy shit! That was close. Wonder why they got her locked up in this place.
Ty Bradley: I guess even in a restricted area these crackers need someone to clean the floors. Those politicians and scientists don't bother by what they say around me. Because I'm some half-living colored boy. But I can tell they're scared out of their wits by their thing when they're locked upstairs. Yes, sir. They got to talk about the tail and they don't know whether to hang on or run.
Booker: What's this? Wonder what these do. What the hell are they doing to her?
Ty Bradley: Mr. Thompson, sir, I replaced the entire fuse box there. And as always I worked harder than last night. There they go again. We got two boxes of fuses everyday as of late and they're adjusting the siphon alone. I don't... Something's happening.
Booker: They've been watching her.
Comstock: There's one thing to imagine one's future, and another to see it. I have seen the seeds of fire that will prepare the Sodom below for the coming of the lord but Elizabeth Shaw saw those seeds, not I. I will fall before the job is done. But she shall take up my mantel. The lord is calling me home. I feel his love in every tumor, because they are the train which takes me to his station. And I go with joy knowing that Elizabeth will take my earthly place. The False Shepard is coming to lead my lamb astray. I will not board that train until she is safe from his deceptions.
Booker: Dressing room. That's where we need to go. That's her. Whoa! What? Whatever that was, it's got nothing to do with the job at hand. This job's getting worse all the time.
Rosalind Lutece: What makes the girl different? I suspect it has less to do with what she is and rather more with what she's not. A small part of her remains from where she came. It would seem the universe does not like its peas mixed with porridge.
Booker: Library. Holy shit. All right. I can do this. Oh, god! Hello. Hey, knock it off. Will you stop it? Will you stop it? I'm not here to hurt you.
Elizabeth: Who are you?
Booker: My name is DeWitt. I'm a friend. I've come to get you out of here.
Elizabeth: Get away. Are you real?
Booker: I'm real enough.
Elizabeth: He's coming. You've got to go.
Elizabeth: You don't want to be here when he gets here. Just a minute, I'm getting dressed!
Booker: I can get you out of here.
Elizabeth: There's no way out. Trust me, I've looked. Stop it! You're too impatient. That's enough!
Booker: What about this?
Elizabeth: What about it?
Booker: This is the way out, isn't it?
Elizabeth: What are you? Give it to me! It's a way out.