Eliza Dushku: Echo • Crystal • Caroline Farrell

Omega

Echo • Crystal • Caroline Farrell

Echo: I have 38 brains, not one of them thinks you can sign a contract to be a slave. Especially now that we have black president.
Caroline: We have a black president? Okay, I am missing everything. Yeah, let's do it.

Alpha: [to Echo] She's responsible for all of the terrible things you can't remember.
Crystal: My brain hurts.
Caroline: How do you think my brain - Hey! That *is* my brain! I want my brain back! I want back in my brain!
Alpha: You should have thought of that before you vacated the premises.

Echo: [Referring the hard drive with Caroline's personality] I said shoot it! I don't care!
Alpha: Yeah. Well, maybe she will!
Echo: She won't know. She's me! And we're both coming to get you!

Echo: I may not know who I am, but at least I know who I'm not. I'm not your girlfriend.

Alpha: We are confused. Omega, you hit me with a pipe.
Echo: Yeah, call me Omega again and you'll get some more!
Alpha: Something must've gone wrong with the composite.
Echo: Nothing went wrong. Every imprint this active has ever had is alive and awake in her head right now.
Alpha: Then why did you hit me in the head with a pipe?
Echo: It was handy? And you wanted me to kill myself!
[points to Wendy]

Echo: Hey, save it! And don't hand me any more of your crap about being some superior, ascended being. To ascend to anything, at minimum, you don't cut up women!
Alpha: Lay back in the chair.
Echo: [jumping out of chair] You lay back in the chair! I'm done laying back in the chair! I'm ready to rinse and spit.
Alpha: [backing away, pointing gun at wedge] I will shoot it! I will blast the wedge!
Echo: So blast it. What's stopping you, Edward Scissor-pud?
Alpha: I'm not fooling.
[multiple personalities talking]
Alpha: He's not kidding. *We're* not bluffing! I'm bluffing. But the rest of us! We mean business.

Echo: I'm way ahead of you. You think we're gods?
Alpha: [groans] Gods! We're not just humans anymore. We're not multiple personalities, we're many personalities. One of my personalities happens to be a multiple personality, but that doesn't make me a multiple personality. I'm looking for a little nuance here.
Echo: We're not gods.
[shakes her head]
Alpha: Fine! Ubermensch. Nietzsche predicted our rise. Perfected. Objective. Something new.
Echo: Right. New, superior people. With a little German thrown in. What could *possibly* go wrong? *We're not new.* We're not anything. We're not anybody, because we're everybody. I mean, I get it. I understand it. I'm experiencing, like, thirty-eight of them right now. But, I somehow understand... that not one of them is me. I can slip into one. Actually, it slips into me.
[insight dawns:]
Echo: They had to make room for it. They hollowed me out. There is no me, I'm just a container.