Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

getting to a terminal.
What is real?
The stakes are real in this place now.
The real purpose of this place?
All of it.
- (gunshot) - Man: Uhh!
MAEVE: Time to write my own story.
Go! Go!
But now you're prisoner to mine.
who in turn...
His search for consciousness consumed him.
- (horse nickers) - Whoa, boy, it's OK.
Please.
Or on any of us, from the looks of it.
No one's in control.
You... Did you... do all this?
The past, the present...
Myself.
and what the fuck happened here.
Wait. I... I can still help.
m,
Ever the scoundrel.
What is this, Bernard?
BERNARD: These things you're doing...
We'll keep him for now.
(sighs)
ELSIE HUGHES: This is not a glitch.
on a distant shore.
You're in my dream.
Whatever it is, y-you're not gonna find it with that map.
you weren't here.
This game is meant for you.
(dying electronic sounds)
on a Delos property, I'll be sure to let you know.
Let's get you back to base.
ARNOLD: These violent delights have violent ends.
What does it want with me?
For years I had no dreams of my own.
(grunts) You, uh...
with the madam.
We were leaving, and the lights went out and I heard screaming.
(panting)
FORD: If you're looking for the moral of the story,
Don't worry.
Man: Put that piece of shit on the pile.
We'd never survive.
Delos has off-network hosts working down here?
- (woman whimpering) - (gunshot)