Leaven: [Leaven, Kazan & Worth reaching the exit of the cube] What are you doing? You can't quit now. It's not your fault!
Worth: I have nothing... to live for out there.
Leaven: What is out there?
Worth: Boundless human stupidity.
Leaven: I can live with that.
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.
Holloway: You've got a gift.
Leaven: It's not a gift. It's just a brain.
Quentin: Is that your two cents worth, Worth?
Worth: For what it's worth.
Leaven: This room moves to 0, 1, and -1 on the X-axis, 2, 5, and -7 on the Y and 1, -1, and 0 on zed.
Quentin: And what does that mean?
Leaven: You suck at math.
Holloway: [after Rennes is killed] I think we *have* to ask the big questions! What does it want? What is it thinking?
Worth: "One down, four to go."
Quentin: Why put people in it?
Worth: Because it's here. You have to use it, or you admit it's pointless.
Quentin: But it, it *is* pointless.
Worth: Quentin... that's my point.
Kazan: Astronomical!
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: For Christ's sake, Worth, what do you live for? Do you have a wife, or a girlfriend, or something?
Worth: Nope. I've gotta pretty fine collection of pornography.
Worth: I'm the poison. I designed the outer shell.
Kazan: This room is... green. I wanna go back to the blue room.
Quentin: You're telling me telethon boy is a genius?
Worth: Hey! Listen to what I'm saying. We haven't been moving in circles, the rooms have.
[Quentin and Holloway are discussing who could have made the cube]
Quentin: This place is... remember Scaramanga? The bad guy in "The Man With The Golden Gun?" It's some rich psycho's entertainment
Holloway: [laughs] Is that what you think?
Holloway: What have we come to? It's so much worse than I thought.
Worth: Not really. Just more pathetic.
Quentin: Somebody has to take responsibility around here.
Worth: And that somebody has to be you?
Quentin: Not all of us have the luxury of playing nihilist.
Worth: Not all of us are conceited enough to play hero.
Leaven: *You* figure it out! You haven't done anything! All you do is freak out, you murderer!
