Elizabeth: More money. Here.
Elizabeth: You bet. Flak cannon, Booker. I can't find anything. Need these salts?
Booker: Seems right up your alley.
Elizabeth: On it. It's done.
Rupert Cunningham: But you two are dead. I took your funeral photo.
Rosalind Lutece: Yes. And made an absolute hash of it.
Robert Lutece: One doesn't expect a picture of one's corpse.
Rosalind Lutece: To come across so lifelessly.
Woman: That's insanity. What proof would you have that Mr. Fink would hurt the Luteces?
Rupert Cunningham: The Luteces told me.
Woman: Luteces? When?
Rupert Cunningham: Yesterday. Yesterday morning.
Woman: Rupert, they've been dead these seven days.
Elizabeth: He killed Lady Comstock, the Luteces.
Booker: And anyone who knew the truth was better dead than alive.
Elizabeth: I'm not even his daughter. I'm just some specimen to be poked and prodded.
Booker: No. You're not, Elizabeth. Listen to me, what you've been through ain't nobody in the world deserves that.
Booker: We are getting out of here, you got it? And you're never going to have to look back.
Elizabeth: Rosalind Lutece is not my mother. And neither are you. But he killed you both because of me. I know you hate me for not being your daughter, and I hated you for not being my mother. I'm looking. Be careful. Flak cannon! I found ammo. I owe you an apology. Comstock used me to bring you back but brought back a version of you from the reality that I had built up in my own head. He pretended to love you, like he pretended to love me. I am not your husband's bastard. I am his victim. But my days of victimhood are done. We must forgive each other. Because there is one far worse than you or I.
Siren: The Prophet killed me.
Elizabeth: Because you wouldn't keep his secret about me.
Siren: If that's so, then why am I alive?
Elizabeth: You're not in this world. But maybe this is you in another world where you never meet him.
Siren: Or where I saved him?
Elizabeth: I don't know. Is that possible?
Siren: Find out, child. Find out.
Elizabeth: Booker, thank you.
Constance Field: This is for the miracle child. Hello. I'm sorry your mother, Lady Comstock, is dead. I think she's all together better than mine. Since you lived there can you tell my why the tower has been closed? People say it's poor weather, then the pox, then the hunting. If it is a secret I promise not to tell a soul. Your thin friend, Constance.
Booker: Run Elizabeth!
Robert Lutece: Bring us the girl, and wipe away the debt.
Rosalind Lutece: Bring us the girl, and wipe away the debt.
Elizabeth: Stop! Stop! Stop it, don't hurt him! I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I never should have left. I never should have left. Take me back. Take me home. Please.
Booker: Elizabeth! I got to catch up to her. Come after me if you want. I'm not letting you take her, you hear me? Huh, you feathered piece of shit! I'm not going to... Snow? It's July. Elizabeth! Can you hear me?
Elizabeth: Get your hands off of me. Just take me back to my tower. Please. Please!
Booker: Is that?
Elizabeth PA: Some men dream of money. Some men dream of love.
Booker: What the hell?
Elizabeth PA: My father dreamt of a flood of fire. We were given Eden, and we turned it into Sodom. Why do we deserve salvation? The Lord gave Noah a fish in the form of a flood. But he was not so easy on me.
Elizabeth: What is this place? What are you planning to do to me?
Elizabeth PA: He said, "Prophet, I want you to train a nation of fishermen."
Elizabeth: Please! I don't understand. Please, please, no, no! No! No! Please, please, just tell me what I did. Please.
Booker: Dammit! I got to find a way in. All right. Listen, I just want to see the girl. Who were those? Doesn't matter. Just got to get to the warden's office.
Elizabeth: Please, please, what is this place? Just send me back to my tower.
Dr. Pettifog: It's too late for that now, child. Your father gave you a lovely home, and you chose to destroy it.
Elizabeth: He's not my father. I suppose the siphon is a kind of leash. Yes. My father put it on me. But when the time came, the year that I removed it from myself. What would happen if I took off the leash? And I found I was less obedient as ever.
Elizabeth PA: Like my father, I could see that would be might be and must not be.