Worth: This is an accident, a forgotten, perpetual public works project. You think anybody wants to ask questions? All they want is a clear conscience and a fat paycheck.
Quentin: Who do you think the establishment is? It's just guys like me. Their desks are bigger, but their jobs aren't. They don't conspire, they buy boats.
Quentin: I'm not dying in a fucking rat maze.
Quentin: Why don't you tell us what your purpose is, Worth?
Worth: Often wondered that myself. I'm just a guy, I work in an office building doing office building stuff. I wasn't exactly bursting with joie de vivre before I got here, life just sucks in general.
Holloway: Oh I can't stand that attitude.
Leaven: 'Cos he's right.
Worth: I'm the poison. I designed the outer shell.
Leaven: You figure it out! You haven't done anything! All you do is freak out, you murderer.
Worth: Hey! Listen to what I'm saying. We haven't been moving in circles, the rooms have.
Rennes: No more talking. No more guessing. Don't even think about nothing that's not right in front of you. That's the real challenge. You've gotta save yourselves from yourselves.