- [last lines]
- Eleanor Lamb: [player saves ALL little sisters]
- [narrating as sun rises over a now clearing storm]
- Eleanor Lamb: The Rapture dream is over, but in waking, I am reborn. This world is not ready for me, yet here I am. It would be so easy to misjudge them. You are my conscious father, and I need you to guide me. You'll always be with me now father, your memories, your drives, and when I need you, you'll be there on my shoulder, whispering. If utopia is not a place, but a people, then we must choose carefully, and in our story, Rapture was just the beginning.
- Grace Holloway: You had me under a gun... and yet you just walk away? No monster alive turns the other cheek. No monster does that. A thinking man does that.
- [from trailer]
- Dr. Sofia Lamb: For every choice, there is an echo, with each act we change the world. One man chose a city free of law and god, but others chose corruption, and so the city fell. If the world was reborn in your image, would it be paradise or perdition?
- [Diary entry for Dr. Sofia Lamb]
- Dr. Sofia Lamb: In ethical psychiatry, we must account for...
- [sound of tape being interrupted]
- Young Eleanor Lamb: [giggle] Eleanor Lamb speaking. Mum says I'm not to play with the other children, because they're 'being raised on a diet of dog-eat-dog'. I wanted to see these dog-eaters... so I waited until Mum was gone... and went out to find one... and guess what? The dog eaters wear human skins... it makes them look just like us!
- [last lines]
- Eleanor Lamb: [player doesn't let Eleanor absorb his personality]
- [narrating over cloudy, though not stormy skies]
- Eleanor Lamb: The Rapture dream is over, and in waking, I am alone. Mother, I left behind, and you chose to die rather than to have me follow you. But you gave me the greatest gift of all, something I have never had, my freedom. There is no name for what I am, but the world is about to change, I thought we would seize it together. Yet, as I sat there with you, I wondered if even I could be redeemed. Your sacrifice gave me hope, but father, wherever you are, I miss you.
- Augustus Sinclair: [if player chooses not to harvest first little sister] Well, our tin man had a heart all along. Personally I call that a liability. But you have enough Adam now... barely. Head to the hall of the future and splice up with incinerate
- Eleanor Lamb: [final lines] If utopia is not a place, but a people, then we must choose carefully. The world is about to change... and in our story, Rapture... was just the beginning.
- [last lines]
- Eleanor Lamb: [player harvests ALL little sisters]
- [narrating over very heavy rain with rough seas]
- Eleanor Lamb: You may not have wanted me father, but you defined me. You chose to survive no matter the cost, and I will not let your instincts go to waste. The Rapture dream is over, and in waking, I am reborn. You'll always be with me father, your memories, your drives, when I need you, you'll be there, whispering over my shoulder. There is no name for what I am, but the world is about to change. And with your help, they'll never see me coming.
- Dr. Sofia Lamb: This is not a sermon. I will offer no insight. Every word I speak, you already know.
- Andrew Ryan: White is not black, Doctor Lamb. Down is not up, and straw is not gold. Look around you. Rapture is no miracle, it is a product of reason, impossible unless one and one are two, and A equates to A.
- Dr. Sofia Lamb: And yet... alone, each man is a prisoner to bias. Dream, delusion, or the pain of a phantom limb. To one man, they are as real as rain. Reality is consensus... and the people are losing faith. Take a walk Andrew. It is raining in Rapture... and you have simply chosen not to notice.
- Dr. Sofia Lamb: I know the surface, Eleanor. I spent half a lifetime there, in service of the common good. But then, I heard my own words twisted by fat old men, squatting over the embers of Hiroshima. Were the modern world a patient in my care, I would diagnose it suicidal. On perhaps that point alone, Andrew Ryan is correct. Rapture... is deliverance.
- Dr. Sofia Lamb: Rapture is a paradise of the ego, Eleanor. Under Ryan, the voices of an entire city sing the virtues of greed and pride.
- Andrew Ryan: Religious rights, Doctor? You are free to kneel before whatever tribal fetish you favor in the comfort of your own home. But in Rapture, liberty is our only law. A man's only duty is to himself. To imply otherwise, therefore, is criminal.
- Dr. Sofia Lamb: Ask yourself, Andrew, what is your "Great Chain of Progress" but a faith? The chain is a symbol for an irrational force, guiding us towards ascension. No less mystic than the crucifixes you seize and burn.
- Dr. Sofia Lamb: Awareness of self is no miracle, Eleanor... it is a trick of the gene, an endless inner refrain, asking: "What's in it for me?" To serve the world, we must grow deaf to the self.
- Frank Fontaine: War's on in full now, boy... and I've got a hell of a surprise for Andrew Ryan. Long time comin'. And right about now, I expect the prodigal son is bookin' his flight...
- Andrew Ryan: I must admit, it is gratifying to see this building condemned. Fontaine is gone. Lamb is gone... or close enough. I am alone at last... alone with my city.
- Gil 'Alex the Great' Alexander: Anyone in the Plasmid business ultimately requires the use of human test subjects. It's our dirty little secret, and to be frank, Rapture doesn't really want to know.
- Gil 'Alex the Great' Alexander: Sofia believes the perfect human altruist is "just a formula, waiting on us to solve for X." Intelligence and consciousness are not the same, she argued. Awareness of self naturally becomes obsession with it. So if we could suppress my sense of self, but imbue me with cognitive capacity to serve the common welfare... we could thereby generate the first Utopian. And then, Sofia said... at long last... Utopia would follow.
- Written on a wall: You are not alone.
- Written on a wall: She is our salvation.
- Written on a wall: Ascension is near.
- Written on a wall: She is the way.
- Written on a wall: One with her.
- Written on a wall: Lamb will lead the way.
- Written on a wall: The end of Ryan is the end of the self.
- Written on a wall: Reject the tyranny of the self.
- Written on a wall: Rapture failed. We will not.
- Written on a wall: We will be reborn.
- Written on a wall: Forever in her.
- Written on a wall: We are reborn.
- Written on a wall: We will meet again.