Elizabeth: Ammo! Take it! I'll keep my eyes open for more. Daisy said she was coming here for Fink.
Booker: We need to take that elevator up. It leads to Fink's office.
Elizabeth: They're just right for each other, aren't they?
Elizabeth: Fitzroy and Comstock. May Lin, Mr. Lin, my God, I was so set on getting to Paris. I didn't really think that...
Booker: You couldn't have known this would happen.
Elizabeth: I had a role in this catastrophe. If you want to pretend that were purely innocent in this then that's your prerogative but..
Booker: Hello? Fink?
Daisy: I saw you die Booker. Saw it with my own eyes.
Booker: Fitzroy. Listen, I got you your guns. I'm here from my airship.
Daisy: But my Booker DeWitt died for the Vox Populi. You either an imposter or a ghost. My Booker DeWitt was a hero for the cause. A story to tell your children. You, you just complicate the narrative.
Enemy: Stop him!
Jeremiah: These holes have shown me yet another wonder. Though I've yet to see the application for it. They illuminate a merger of machine and man that is somehow the lesser yet the greater of both parties. The process seems to be irreversible. Perhaps though Comstock will have some need of this kind of thing to keep watch in that tower he is building.
Narrator: Press to wash away your enemies. Hold to grab enemies and release. Reel them in for punishment.
Booker: Got a lock here.
Elizabeth: Okay. Done. Booker!
Fink: No! Stop it! No! No, no, no!
Daisy: Kill the imposters. Burn their bodies when you're done.
Elizabeth: Watch out, fireman!
Booker: That one! Now!
Elizabeth: On it! I need more time! You need salts! You need this! That's all I have. Oh my God! I've got medicine.
Elizabeth: All right. I need more time to load. Take this!
Elizabeth: No! No! She's going to kill that child! Booker, we have to do something! We have to act! We have to get in there! Come on Booker, we've got to get out of here! Boost me up! Go to the window and distract Daisy. Go!
Booker: Is this it? Is this your movement, Daisy?
Daisy: This is what needs to be done! You've seen the founders ain't nothing but weed. Cut them down and they just grow back! If you want to get rid of a weed you got to pull it up from the root! It's the only way to be sure...
Elizabeth: I guess it runs in the family.
Booker: Elizabeth, woah! Hey, hey, easy. Look, I've been there. Elizabeth.
Elizabeth: This is all they had.
Elizabeth: How do you do it?
Booker: How do I do what?
Elizabeth: Forget. How do you wash away the things that you've done?
Booker: You don't. You just learn to live with it.
Elizabeth: So the moment of truth between us, New York or Paris? No, no, no!
Booker: Oh shit. Come on, we've got to find a way to make this thing go faster.
Elizabeth: There's got to be some sort of throttle or a accelerator or something!
Booker: Well do you know what that looks like?
Elizabeth: I don't know.
Booker: Help me find it! Elizabeth! Hang on to something!
Man: That's not it!
Lady: It certainly is.
Booker: Hold on.
Elizabeth: Booker, we got to stop them.
Man: No that's the E.
Elizabeth: Booker, hurry.
Man: No, it's not. It just isn't.
Lady: It is.
Elizabeth: If they play the whole song he'll come back.
Lady: No, you try.
Elizabeth: Hurry Booker, hurry!
Lady: Nope, that's not it.
Lady: Is not.
Man: Is. Pay attention.
Elizabeth: Stop it! Stop it! You don't know what you're doing!
Lady: There it is!
Elizabeth: No, you've done it now! He's coming back! He's coming back!
Man: The notes were correct.
Lady: The instrument was not.
Man: One needs both to get his attention.
Lady: But if you know how to sing to him...
Man: He will take you where you need to go.
Elizabeth: Who are you?
Lady: We are where we're needed.
Man: And needed where we are.
Booker: So Comstock uses these songs. Are there others we can use? Something to keep the bird off our back?
Lady: Perhaps you should ask the maestro himself.
Booker: So where is he? Of course. Well at least they left the piano.
Elizabeth: Booker, that's Comstock House. If we're going to find him we should start there.
Driver: The Vox are coming ! We need to leave the docks!
Elizabeth: Where are these people going?
Booker: Wherever the Vox Populi ain't.
Female: I can't ! I'm sorry I can't do it I'm afraid! Please don't make me go.
Male: You can do it. Come on, you can do it! Jump! Jump!
Female: Honey I can't do it! I can not do it! I'm sorry! I love you but I can't. I can't do it. I'm sorry.
Driver: You need to remove your belongings or we can't take any more people. The barge is full. You're going to have to remove some of your luggage if we're going to fit more people on deck. The boat is at full weight. We're taking off now, disembark!