Desmond: Sixteen?

Clay: Desmond, think about this…What if, I went with you?

Desmond: With me…Where?

Clay: It could work. Just for a while. Until I found a way out. Another body maybe. Or…I don’t know. I just don’t…I don’t want to be here anymore.

Desmond: That’s…that’s not going to happen. I’m sorry.

Clay: No…I guess I had my chance. And I wasted it.

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Abraham Lincoln: We here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain.

Jean de La Fontaine: Rien ne pèse tant qu’un secret. (Nothing weighs on us so heavily as a secret.)

Abraham Lincoln: That this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom.

Dai nemici guardo io, dagli amici mi guardi Iddio! (I can protect myself from my enemies, may God protect me from my friends!)

Abraham Lincoln: Government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.

Clay: With William and Rebecca, I’ve been doing some amazing work. This is much, much better than my job at the accelerator. I’m happier, Dad.

Harold: You know. I didn’t get my check from you this month.

Clay: Are you listening to me?

Harold: Do these losers even pay? Or is this free labor?

Clay: Money isn’t everything.

Harold: You have to support this family, Clay.

Clay: Did you demand money from mom too? Is that why she left?