Death’s decisions are final. It’s only the living that are inconstant, and waver, don’t know who they are or what they want. Death is always true.
You used to be beautiful. When this place started, I opened one of you up once. A million little perfect pieces. And then they changed you. Made you this sad, real mess. Flesh and bone, just like us. They said it would improve the park experience. But you know why they really did it? It was cheaper. Your humanity is cost-effective. So is your suffering.[to Teddy]