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It's time to end this little masquerade. There ain't no Atlas, kid. Never was. Fella in my line of work takes on a variety of aliases. Hell, once I was even a Chinaman for six months. But, you've been a sport, so I guess I owe you a little honesty. The name's Frank Fontaine.
Woman: Conrad executed himself after— [crackling, then unintelligable] What should I do? Man: I'm gonna need to call Straumire. Woman: No! No! I'm so close! Straumire's gonna shut down the [unintelligable] project! It's not my fault people keep killing themselves!
Solomon Wreath: In order to stop death, we have to block the flow [of souls]. We have to dam the energy stream. Valkyrie Cain: And how are you going to do that? Wreath: We need a massive influx of souls. Valkyrie: You mean you're going to need a lot of people to suddenly die.
Professor: My dear Mr. Mandus, I admire your vision, I truly doŚ but there are surely not enough pigs in the whole of London to feed the appetite of such a machine. Mandus: That all rather depends, Professor, on what one considers to be a pig.