"Piss off, cripple!" "Piss off yourself, before my doggie gives you a terminal shafting." "Bambara!" "Piss off!" "Piss off, bitch!" "This is what happens when a great deal of intelligence is invested in ignorance." "When the need for illusion is deep." "Piss off, punks!" "I am the source of your salvation." "Hand me the custodian." "Providing conscience for those who have none." "Hi, my name is Bambara." "I'm a 36-year-old Virgo and a former killer... whose hobbies include performing recreational autopsies... defecating and drinking rum." "I've recently been given a conscience and would very much like to help you." "Okay." "I'll never forget you." "I love you." "You're what it's all about." "Blink once, you're dead." "Blink twice, you're buried." "Understand?" "Now unpack yourself." "Why are you following Bambara?" " We wish to purge him." " Purge him?" "Purge him of what?" " His conscience." " What are you talking about?" "Come with me." "Behold... the purging." " What's 13 times nine?" " 117." "Good answer." "You know, I could learn to love a provocateur such as yourself." "Far out." "Our agenda is all about counter-insurgency." "Nothing less, nothing more." "I don't understand." "What kind of insurrection are you countering?" "An insurrection of false conscience." "The custodian." " This is why you want Bambara?" " We want only to purge Bambara... of the conscience Trevor Goodchild has implanted within him." "What do you do with the custodians after they've been purged?" "You saw with your own eyes." "We decrypt and re-purpose them." "What if I purge Bambara for you?" "Deliver it?" "How?" "By implanting it in yourself." "Then tell me what I have to do." "Please proceed along the runway... to ensure maximal efficiency of processing." "Please proceed to your designated consumption booth." "Perusal of foodstuffs outside of your assigned booth is prohibited." "Fire at will." "Please proceed along the runway... to ensure maximal efficiency of processing." "Please proceed to your designated consumption booth." "Perusal of foodstuffs outside of your assigned booth is prohibited." "The suspect's cabbage is uneaten, still fresh in the box." "That's the only thing unusual?" " No, sir, wait." "There's a..." " What?" "There's some sort of wound in her navel." "No, it isn't a wound, it's a..." "It looks surgical." "Bring her in." "Take her to biopsy and get back to me posthaste." "Commander, Hostess Judy has just entered the food bank." "Thank you, Captain." "Please proceed to your designated consumption booth." "Perusal of foodstuffs outside of your assigned booth is prohibited." "Commander, I've got a visual on someone I think is Aeon Flux." " Do you see her?" " Yes." "I've been monitoring the situation." " Is it her?" " Yes." "What will you have me do?" "Keep her in your sights and wait for further instructions." "Please proceed along the runway... to insure maximum efficiency of processing." "Please proceed to the telebanks." "Quantity of foodstuffs tendered... will reflect the nutritional need of the customer... as determined from an analysis of blood rendered to the teller." "You're not a Breen." "You do not exist." "Your door secures automatically." "Please consume tendered portion in its entirety." "Waste will result in malnutrition." " The exchange has been made." " What is the directive?" "Your directives have not changed." "Is that understood?" "Yes, sir." "I have a clean line on her." "On your word." "Fire." "Cold meat, mutton pies Tell me when your mother dies" "I'll be there to bury her" "Cold meat, mutton pies Tell me when your mother dies" "I'll be there to bury her" "Cold meat, mutton pies Cold meat" "I'll be there to bury her" "Cold meat, mutton pies Cold meat" "Piss off!" "We've got complications." "Out of sight." " How do you feel?" " You're drooling on me." "I am a man of genius, therefore I can afford to drool on you." " Where am I?" " You are in my keep." "How do you feel?" "What have you done to me?" "Go and do what we talked about earlier." "Mutatis mutandis." "He did what needed to be done." " Have I been implanted?" " Have you?" "How do you feel?" " Well, are we ready then?" " Ready for what?" "Welcome." "Nothing like a little judicious levity, I always say." "Welcome." "Welcome, all over again." "What is this?" "What's going on?" "Ask yourself the question." "Can you give yourself your own evil and your own good?" "Don't make the mistake of fencing with me." "I know who I am and what I'm still capable of." "Yes, you have a very black mind indeed." "You and your hostesses nearly ruined everything." "But now that I have you in my custody, I may do with you what I please." "I thought you already had." "I have." "I had." "I will." "I did." "Don't I?" "Isn't that right, Hostess Judy?" "That's right, Trevor." "This is what happens." "And, tell us, Judy, what you did before you were implanted." "Well, I was involved in industrial espionage... domination, humiliation, white slavery and false advertising." "But now that I have my custodian..." "I feel good." "Real good." " And what is it that you do now?" " I write nursery rhymes." " Would you like to hear one?" " I would be delighted." "Hinx, minx the old witch winks" "The fat begins to fry" "Nobody home but Jumping Joan Father, Mother, and I" "Stick, stock, stone dead Blind man can't see" "Every knave will have a slave You or I must be he" "Isn't that just brilliant?" "Completely rehabilitated." "It wouldn't take much for me to kill you right now!" "So what's stopping you?" "Kill me right now." "That's what I thought." "You feel the hesitation, the doubt." "You're asking yourself, is it your conscience or my custodian?" "Just because I don't feel like doing something, doesn't mean..." "I'm not capable of doing it." "I agree." "But then I could also say that... those who cannot obey themselves must be commanded." "You're psychotic." "You no longer have a common conscience with your fellow man." "I never did." "You see, I understand the will to evil." "The will to evil is like an iron in a forge." "There is only one way to shape it aright... with a conscience, which is the fire." "My children, Judy, Bambara... it was for them I created the custodian, an artificial conscience... a fire for those who had none." "But you've lost the substance." "You've lost the substance by grasping at the shadow." "You wish to know whether or not you have been implanted." "You want to confirm your autonomy of will." " Yes." " You'd also like to leave this place alive." " Yes?" " Yes." "Then leave." "You are free to go." "Your conscience will tell you what to do." "I have no conscience." "You know what I mean." "That is not important." "The important thing is that you know." "Man alive, Goodchild!" "You give me the hinks!" "Watch it, governor." "Remember me?" "Tell the little witches to piss off!" "Piss off, little witches." "Now tell that big witch, the one that tried to kill me, to come over here." "No need to make her suffer." "It's me that you want." "Everyone deserves to suffer because everyone is to blame." "You made me cut off my left arm and give it to a little boy." "And she tried to kill me!" "Piss off!" "Oh, the flesh will be tearing at the opera house tonight." "You're nothing but a dirty carbuncle, festering in the corner!" "No need to get uptight, people." "I was merely making an observation."