disco elysium physique quotes

HALF LIGHT - Tear into him. Pile it on him. Everything you got on him, the more the better…

ENDURANCE - Look at yourself: You go about with this mopey look on your face like a dog who's been beaten with an old stick.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Hey! It took a minor neurological *miracle* to get your face to this point!

LILIENNE'S TWIN - “We heard *bad* words and said them, and got in trouble…”

LILIENNE'S OTHER TWIN - “Bad words,” the other says, nodding absent-mindedly. “Bad, bad words…”

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Say *fuck.* It'd be HILARIOUS.

SHIVERS - A panicking woman squeezes the pendant around her neck until it leaves a mark inside her palm. A man, a few metres away, stands frozen with a key in his hand.

HALF LIGHT - Mmmm…the most beautiful smell in the world, fear.

HAND/EYE COORDINATION - Alright, here's the plan: You hurl the ledger in her face -- already darting right -- and *immediately* close the distance. Left hand grabs the barrel, right one breaks the wrist…

HALF LIGHT - OH MY GOD, YES!!!!

HORSEBACK ANTENNA - The wind is pulling at the giant tarps that cover the blasted facade of the Capeside Apartments.

SHIVERS - Air moving through what was once a row of apartments protected by walls and a roof. It sighs through the remains of bedrooms and parlours…

YOU - What is down the shore?

SHIVERS - Urban coastline, rain dripping off eternite-covered roofs. Cinder blocks left over from half-finished construction. A defunct research and development building once seized by revolutionaries.

PAIN THRESHOLD - Feels like a knife.

EASY LEO - “Once Jean-Luc said he's a *dragon* to this mob fellow who came picking a fight with some Union men. Heh, I think he really believed Jean-Luc *was* a dragon, because he ran right off.”

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - That's precisely what he is. Evrart's dragon.

ENDURANCE - Failing is weakness and weakness is awful.

YOU - It's never not too late! I can *still* turn it back…

ENDURANCE - No, it's *far* too late. All that remains is for you to feel bad, because you failed, and there's nothing you can do about it. That is the way of the world…

ENDURANCE - Do you know what today is?

YOU - My birthday?

ENDURANCE - No. Check your badge. Is it your birthday? No, it's not. Try again.

YOU - It's drink o'clock.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Atta boy!

VISUAL CALCULUS - These are the lines of someone who has written by hand *a lot* and has developed a style only they themselves -- or *you yourself* -- can decipher.

PAIN THRESHOLD - Written in a rush. In pain.

PISSF****T - “Hey, we can be just as hard! Like a brick on top of another brick.”

FUCK THE WORLD - “Or a grave on top of a grave.”

LOGIC - Wouldn't a grave on top of a grave be just a big hole? What's hard about holes?

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Filling them up, baby!

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Fine. We're not worried…you'll crawl back to this bottle soon enough. We'll give you another chance. Booze *always* gives you *another* chance.

KIM KITSURAGI - “Now -- I'm going to report you and you're going to go to jail.”

HALF LIGHT - Oh no, you're a cop, you can't go to jail…

YOU - “You're joking.”

KIM KITSURAGI - “Am I?” He arches his brow.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Martinaise is speed-central. You just gotta poke around, follow your nose.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - You and speed will be happy again. You will make her come home. This time it will be different.

PERCEPTION (SMELL) - An apricot scented ghost wafts out of her -- her skin, the fabric -- into the flow of the air around you.

SHIVERS - All the roads will miss her footsteps when she's gone from here.

YOU - “Here's the money for the spirits.”

ROSEMARY - He hands you the bottle. “Jus' make sure to *enjoy* that one, friend!”

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - Son, you will NOT kill yourself with this. Not today.

HORSEBACK MONUMENT - A bright chromatic splash lounges across the surface of the monument.

ENDURANCE - Nothing to see here but disrespect. The old figure will outlive this pathetic lick of paint. The past always endures.

PAIN THRESHOLD - Dolores Dei…so, *so* beautiful.

YOU - Am I a smoker?

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Who knows what you are? A monster, a murderer, the Gnome of Geroma?

WORKING CLASS CORPSE - A man lies on the boardwalk, his limbs bent and neck turned at an unnatural angle.

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - Half of his body has slipped between the cracked boardwalk, starting with the right leg. The fall has left him broken, contorted like a sad puppet.

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - There is only one way to awake this bone idle from his slumber. Roar like a hurricane, rip the buildings from the Earth!

YOU - “WAKE UP! THIS IS AN ORDER, I AM THE LAW.”

SLEEPING DOCKWORKER - “Why the yelling, man?”

HALF LIGHT - You're a real killer, Harry.

INLAND EMPIRE - A bloodstained killer.

YOU - “Kim, I think I should tell people to fuck off more often. It felt really good.”

KIM KITSURAGI - “Not as a general rule, but that one was justified. Better to get the lay of the land before saying fuck off.”

YOU - Fuck yeah, motherfuckers!

HALF LIGHT - That's the spirit!

SAVOIR FAIRE - Miss Oranje Disco Dancer…You want to put your hand on her back and feel it arch.

YOU - What is…happening?

ENDURANCE - Air moves in your windpipe. Your heart beats. You're a detective -- get back to detecting.

KIM KITSURAGI - “The problem isn't time, it's you, detective…If you're serious about this, then I suggest you take a long, hard look in the mirror and ask yourself what's really going on….”

ENDURANCE - The lieutenant is right. It's the only way forward. Face yourself, kingsman!