- Loading Screen: Take away a man's light, his clothes, his food, his friends, his air, and you leave him with nothing but himself. And for most, that is not pleasant company.
- Hermes: Death is our stock-in-trade here at Abbot, the final solution... I am one of the few who'd admit that. First they give it, than take it away...
- Voice: When they left me out of the hole, I was ready to re-join society and kill every last one of them.
- Dr. Killjoy: Welcome to the Carnate Institution for the Tragically Troubled, the Impossibly Insane, and the Diabolically Disturbed. Are you seeking asylum, Torque? Are you looking for the answers? Well rest assured, you have come to the right place.
- Dr. Killjoy: Nowhere do the stars shine as brightly as they do on Carnate Island, on this very stage, where it is my pleasure to introduce to you the world of your own mind.
- Goose: Will you shut the fuck up, you baby-raping, sodomizing, sack of SHIT?
- Dallas: Look, Torque, let me tell you something straight up: I'm goddamn shocked I ain't dead yet!
- Slick: Sick muthafucka!
- Clem: I first witnessed these "creatures" jumping out of the ground itself. Their heads are detached from there torso, held aloft by hideous contraptions.
- Voice: The Doctor looked inside my head and took the bad out.
- Hawks: The laugh's on us, then, isn't it? Who'd have thought we Correctional Officers would be the ones trying to escape from Abbott. Fucking hilarious if you ask me.
- Loading Screen: I worked the cemetery for one week. I had to quit, couldn't face it anymore. I knew some day I would end up here, buried forever on Carnate. I couldn't handle that reality.
- Hermes: Escaping isn't as simple as just getting outside, but I don't need to tell you that. You know there is no real escape.