I breached the space/time continuum. Not really.

Oh, dear. Look at it. It's squishy.

It's not over, John. I'm close. Just get to the ground floor.

We have more to look forward to than death.

Trust? That's not something I come by very easily. I have my reasons.

Because I built it.

The lesson is, if anyone who looks on to the world as if it is a game of chess, deserves to lose.

Never been alright-er. But I might have been outfoxed. Finch outfoxed.

Oh!

Did you know?

Try the egg benedict, Mr. Reese. I've had them many times.

Whoa, why didn't you tell me I had so many books?

I know I can't get justice for all of them, but the possibilities of having just one….

Every night at midnight, it deletes not only the irrelevant data, it deletes itself.

What are you gonna do? Shoot me?

Your mistakes, like mine, are part of who you are now. You can't move on from that. Believe me. I've made a sizable number.

There are exactly 8 people in the world that know that this thing exists.

You call it alive, I call it the machine, but the truth is, somewhere in the middle.

Only the paranoid survive. Sage advice.

You are being watched.