Bartholomew: Corporate society takes care of everything. And all it asks of anyone, all it's ever asked of anyone ever, is not to interfere with management decisions.
Jonathan E.: I've been thinking, Ella. Thinking a lot... and watching. It's like people had a choice a long time ago between having all them nice things or freedom. Of course, they chose comfort.
Ella: But comfort is freedom. It always has been. The whole history of civilization is a struggle against poverty and need.
Jonathan E.: No! No... that's not it. That's never been it! Them privileges just buy us off.
Jonathan E.: Look, they want me to quit, Ella.
Ella: Then quit.
Jonathan E.: Just like that, huh?
Ella: But you've got to do it now. You've got to before it's too late, whether you want to or not. Look, Johnny... the next game there won't be any substitutions allowed... and no time limit. You'll die, Johnny. Everybody will die.
Jonathan E.: No time limit. They tell you that?
Jonathan E.: They tell you to convince me to quit?
Ella: Yes, but that isn't why I came here. You have to get out for your own sake. Oh, please Johnny, please.
Jonathan E.: They tell you to stay if... ah... I did quit?
[Ella is silent with a plea in her eyes]
Jonathan E.: You my big reward?
[Jonathan walks away from her as melodramatic violin music starts to play]
Bartholomew: [in a video conference with other corporate executives] In my opinion, we are confronted here with something of a situation. Otherwise, I would not have presumed to take up your time. Once again, it concerns the case of Jonathan E. We know we don't want anything extraordinary to happen to Jonathan. We've already agreeed on that. No accidents, nothing unnatural. The game was created to demonstrate the futility of individual effort. And the game must do its work. The Energy Corporation has done all it can, and if a champion defeats the meaning for which the game was designed, then he must lose. I hope you agree with my reasoning.
[at the start of the Tokyo game]
P.A. Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, will you stand please for the playing of our Corporate Hymn.
Jonathan E.: Does he... ah... Does he dream?
Japanese Doctor: No. There is no brain wave at all. No sort of consciousness. Just a deep coma. A vegetable. No dreams. Nothing.
Jonathan E.: But even, uh, a plant... uh, feels something.
Japanese Doctor: Who can say? Please.
[hands Jonathan the release form]
Jonathan E.: It, uh, senses life. I mean, uh, it turns towards the sun. It's alive, isn't it?
Japanese Doctor: [stressing] You must sign.
Jonathan E.: You, uh, you just leave him the way he is. Just leave him the way he is.
Japanese Doctor: Someone will have to sign. There is no other way.
Jonathan E.: Arrangements will be made.
Japanese Doctor: Please. There are hospital rules that have to be...
Jonathan E.: No, there aren't. There aren't any rules at all.
[turns and walks away]
Moonpie: What do you want books for? Look Johnny, if you wanna learn somethin', just get a Corporate Teacher to come and teach it to ya'. Use yer Privilege Card.
NYC Coach: I don't want another man on that track. Houston, what are you trying to do? Nobody's gonna win this game?
Rusty, Team Executive: Game? This wasn't meant to be a game. NEVER.
Ella: But comfort is freedom. The entire history of civilization is a struggle against poverty and need.
Jonathan E.: No, that's not it. That's never been it. I mean, them privileges just buy us off.
Jonathan E.: If the rule changes stay the same, Mr. Bartholomew, I'm playing with my team.
Bartholomew: Too late. The rule changes are already scheduled and announced. There's no going back. You saw to that.
Jonathan E.: Then I'll see you in Tokyo.
Crowd of spectators: JON-A-THAN. JON-A-THAN. JON-A-THAN. JON-A-THAN. JON...
Bartholomew: The game was created to demonstrate the futility of individual effort.
Bartholomew: You can be made to quit, you know. You can be forced.
Jonathan E.: You can't make me quit.
Bartholomew: Don't tell me I can't. Don't EVER say that. I can. YOU can be stopped.
[as Jonathan E. leaves the room, he turns up the volume of a TV set, as thousands are cheering his name]
Cletus: Jonathan, there's one thing you ought to know, and nobody's said it, but I'm sure of it. They're afraid of you, Jonathan. All the way to the top, they are.
Bartholomew: Try to understand it, Jonathan. Do try to understand it. Because I don't understand your resistance. And I don't think anyone else will either.
Jonathan E.: Don't try to frighten me, you don't know how. Now I am going to Tokyo and you are not.
Ella: You still don't understand why I came here?
Jonathan E.: You're the only person I ever wanted. I wanted you on my side, that's all.
Reporter: How did you develop your style of play?
Moonpie: I just imitate him.
[points to Jonathan]
Moonpie: And plastic surgery keeps me beautiful.
P.A. Announcer: [before the start of the New York game] Your attention please... Rule changes for tonight's World Championship Game: No substitutions, no penalties... and no time limit!
Reporter: What about the rumors of no time limit for the championship?
Jonathan E.: I don't think it'll come to that... it's still a game.
Moonpie: [to girl at party] You like poetry?
[she murmurs assent]
Moonpie: Why don't you come upstairs, I've got a poem for you.
Bartholomew: Sweet Dreams, Moonpie. That's a bad habit you've got there. You know what that habit will make you dream, Moonpie? You'll dream you're an executive. You'll have your hands on all the controls, and you will wear a gray suit, and you will make decisions. But you know what, Moonpie? You know what those executives dream about out there behind their desks? They dream they're great rollerballers. They dream they're Jonathan; they have muscles, they bash in faces.
Librarian: We are confused again here today. This is embarrassing. It's embarrassing to misplace things.
Jonathan E.: Misplaced some data?
[Looks at a computer punch card]
Librarian: The whole of the 13th century. Misplaced the computers, several conventional computers. We can't find them. We're always moving things around, getting organized, my assistants and I. This - this is Zero's fault - Zero, he's the world's file cabinet. Pity, poor old 13th century.
Librarian: Well, come along now, you want to get started, don't you?
Jonathan E.: Yes, sir.
Librarian: [Takes Jonathan's coat and hat and puts them aside before they go to the room with Zero in it] This way! Now, we've lost those computers with all of the 13th century in them. Not much in the century, just Dante and a few corrupt Popes, but it's so distracting and annoying!