Maria: HEAD and HANDS need a mediator. THE MEDIATOR BETWEEN HEAD AND HANDS MUST BE THE HEART!
Worker #1: But where is our mediator, Maria - ?
Maria: Wait for him! He will surely come!
Worker #2: We will wait, Maria...! But not much longer - - !
Freder: Your magnificant city, Father - and you the brain of this city - and all of us in the city's light - - and where are the people, father, whose hands built your city - - - ?
Joh Frederson: Where they belong...
Freder: Where they belong...? In the depths...?
Man at Yoshiwara Nightclub: For her - all seven deadly sins!
Maria: Today I will tell you the legend of THE TOWER OF BABEL... "Come, let us build us a tower whose top may reach unto the stars! And the top of the tower we will write the words: Great is the world and its Creator! And great is Man!" But the minds that had conceived the Tower of Babel could not build it. The task was too great. So they hired hands for wages. But the hands that
built the Tower of Babel knew nothing of the dream of the brain that had conceived it. BABEL. BABEL. BABEL. BABEL. One man's hymns of praise became other men's curses. People spoke the same language, but could not understand each other...
The Machine Man: [disguised as Maria] Who is the living food for the machines in Metropolis - ? Who lubricates the machine joints with their own blood - ? Who feeds the machines with their own flesh - ? Let the machines starve, you fools - ! Let them die - ! Kill them - the machines - !
The Machine Man: [disguised as Maria] Let's all watch as the world goes to the devil!