Quentin: Why don't you tell us what your purpose is, Worth?
Worth: Often wondered that myself. I'm just a guy, I work in an office building doing office building stuff. I wasn't exactly bursting with joie de vivre before I got here, life just sucks in general.
Holloway: Oh I can't stand that attitude.
Leaven: 'Cos he's right.
Holloway: You've got a gift.
Leaven: It's not a gift. It's just a brain.
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.
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.
Worth: Hey! Listen to what I'm saying. We haven't been moving in circles, the rooms have.
Worth: What do ya think?
Leaven: You don't have a lot of lives left.
Quentin: Is that your two cents worth, Worth?
Worth: For what it's worth.
Worth: There is no conspiracy. Nobody is in charge. It's a headless blunder operating under the illusion of a master plan.
Quentin: Who do you think the establishment is? It's just guys like me. Their desks are bigger, but their jobs aren't. They don't conspire, they buy boats.
[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?
Worth: You think somebody would go to all the trouble to build this thing if you could just walk out?
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.
Holloway: What have we come to? It's so much worse than I thought.
Worth: Not really. Just more pathetic.
Quentin: Listen, we can't go climbing around in here.
Holloway: Why not?
Quentin: There's traps.
Holloway: What do you mean traps?
Quentin: Booby traps. I looked in the room down there, and something almost cut my head off.
Quentin: [talking to Holloway] You listen to me, woman. Every day I mop up after your bleeding heart. The only reason you even exist is because I keep you!. I know your type. No kids, no man to fuck you. So, you go around outraged, sticking your nose up other people's assholes. Sniffing their business.
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.
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.
Holloway: It's all the same machine, right? The Pentagon, multinational corporations, the police. If you do one little job, you build a widget in Saskatoon, and the next thing you know, it's two miles under the desert, the essential component of a death machine.
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: But why put people in it?
Worth: Because it's here. You have to use it, or you admit that it's pointless.
Quentin: But it *is* pointless.
Worth: Quentin... that's my point.
[They are staring, wide-eyed, at each other as they begin to understand the coding]
Leaven: How do you map a point that keeps moving?
Worth: [He thinks for a few moments, then:] Permutations.
[They stare at each other again, realizing they've made a breakthrough]
Quentin: Start with us. We got an escape artist and a cop. There's gotta be a reason for that. You're a doctor, Holloway. That gives you a function, a reason, right?
Holloway: No! It just makes me go, "Why me and not one of the other ten million doctors out there?"
Leaven: [looking at the "room numbers"] Prime numbers. I can't believe I didn't see it before!
Leaven: Give us the boot, you pig!
[Quentin turns suddenly and hits Worth with the boot]
Quentin: You don't want the boot!
[Quentin starts beating Worth savagely with the boot]
Leaven: [to Worth and Holloway] Well... Duh! Have you been on glue all your lives? I felt guilty for ruining the world since I was like seven! God, if you need someone to blame throw a rock!
Leaven: *You* figure it out! You haven't done anything! All you do is freak out, you murderer!