Quotes

Holloway: You've got a gift.

Leaven: It's not a gift. It's just a brain.

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: What do ya think?

Leaven: You don't have a lot of lives left.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Kazan: This room is... green. I wanna go back to the blue room.

[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]

Leaven: [looking at the "room numbers"] Prime numbers. I can't believe I didn't see it before!

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!

Leaven: Is he dead?

Worth: Not quite.

Quentin: Not even close!