disco elysium physique quotes

SHIVERS - There, among the shacks, is your home. Stay. Have a drink. Forever.

INLAND EMPIRE - Close your eyes. Reach out with your *feelings*. There's something *para-natural* at play here.

SHIVERS - NONSENSE.

SHIVERS - Your shirt sticks to your chest. The cold finds its way in under your skin. You shiver, and the city shivers with you.

YOU - *Fascism* sounds so bad, though. What if we called it something else? Like, uh, *traditionalism*?

ENDURANCE - Ökay. Yes. Let's call it that.

YOU - (Look at your bottle.) But it makes me feel more powerful…

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - That's just whiny bullshit. Get it together.

RUBY, THE INSTIGATOR - “Haven't been into low-risk, no-reward games since moving to the city.”

SHIVERS - Somewhere, a scrawny teenage girl stands by the road, greeting passing vehicles with a calloused thumb turned upward. She's tired. But she knows she will come back.

PAYPHONE - Calling…

PAYPHONE - Calling in the night…

PAYPHONE - Calling still…

ENDURANCE - The handset starts slipping from your sweaty palm…your breathing is heavy.

YOU - “Hey, why am even I telling you this?”

MAN WITH SUNGLASSES - “I don't know…why are you?”

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - You know what? It must be because he's *buff*.

SHIVERS - The stairs descend -- to Central Jamrock. A man named Kuklov has a snow-covered stall there, in the market across the bridge. He sells kebab infested with fly larvae to your colleagues who believe eating it will make them immune to food poisoning.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - This stuff is going to give you insight into that little flickering light hidden in all human beings.

HALF LIGHT - You can smell all sorts of things…fear, disgust, desire.

YOU - Yes sir! Forge me into organic steel, coach!

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - It's going to take blood, sweat, piss, and tears, but when I'm done with you, boy, you will be a Master Athlete!

YOU - Wait, why piss?

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - You should hang out with this kid and see what that juicy *shit* is all about.

YOU - Juicy what now?

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - I mean drugs. The kid's on drugs.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - You should be drunk too. Or, like, *drunker*. You don't want to die sober do you?

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - You and the lieutenant lean all your weight into pushing the doors apart, but you're not quite synchronized in your efforts. They slam shut.

KIM KITSURAGI - The lieutenant leans back against the door, panting. “Let's try this again later? It's…very tough.”

EMPATHY - Here's a son who absolutely *adores* his mother. Adorable!

SHIVERS - You're sitting on a kicksled, whizzing through the snow. A warm, kind presence is guiding the sled behind you, her mittened hand resting on your back. You feel very, very loved -- and very, very safe.

MORELL - “We will definitely mention you, should this lead to a discovery. I'm not talking co-discovery, of course, but…”

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Wow! Co-discovery? You'd be famous. You'd show them all. This *does* tingle the pleasure centre…

YOU - “Mr. Evrart is helping me find my gun.”

JOYCE MESSIER - The woman scans her surroundings as though a neurologist might magically appear.

YOU - “Mr. Evrart is helping me find my gun.”

SHIVERS - …your skin crawls…

SHIVERS - MR. EVRART IS HELPING HIM FIND HIS GUN.

YOU - *Slowly* reach out and touch the creature's whisker.

INSULINDIAN PHASMID - With your hand shaking you barely touch the tip of the left whisker.

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - Looks like someone's got hurt in a fight. This antennae is much smaller than the other one.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - But what's this? You're all out! Maybe this freak will spot you some…

YOU - Nah, I'm good without it.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Hope you don't get any little wires crossed because you lost your concentration, Mr. Clean-and-Sober.

YOU - Try the shades on.

BOX OF SUNGLASSES - Abort! These are hideous. What's more, they don't even fit your face. You can feel them pinching your nose and chafing against your brow.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - They're perfect for concealing your bloodshot and baggy eyes.

YOU - Why is the light so strange?

SHIVERS - Because this is a place of mystery.

PAIN THRESHOLD - The visions compete for space in your brain with the hailstorm of radio signals coming from the compressor. You feel like your skull is about to shatter into smithereens.

HALF LIGHT - Tear into him. Pile it on him. Everything you got on him, the more the better…

ENDURANCE - Look at yourself: You go about with this mopey look on your face like a dog who's been beaten with an old stick.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Hey! It took a minor neurological *miracle* to get your face to this point!

LILIENNE'S TWIN - “We heard *bad* words and said them, and got in trouble…”

LILIENNE'S OTHER TWIN - “Bad words,” the other says, nodding absent-mindedly. “Bad, bad words…”

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Say *fuck.* It'd be HILARIOUS.

SHIVERS - A panicking woman squeezes the pendant around her neck until it leaves a mark inside her palm. A man, a few metres away, stands frozen with a key in his hand.

HALF LIGHT - Mmmm…the most beautiful smell in the world, fear.

HAND/EYE COORDINATION - Alright, here's the plan: You hurl the ledger in her face -- already darting right -- and *immediately* close the distance. Left hand grabs the barrel, right one breaks the wrist…

HALF LIGHT - OH MY GOD, YES!!!!

HORSEBACK ANTENNA - The wind is pulling at the giant tarps that cover the blasted facade of the Capeside Apartments.

SHIVERS - Air moving through what was once a row of apartments protected by walls and a roof. It sighs through the remains of bedrooms and parlours…