"That McClintock dame was in here earlier. I Hear she's Ryan's girl, which makes her hot property. Still, everything's free game down here, at least that's what the big man says, though I'd like to see him exercise his free market principles if I ever put the move on her. Heard McDonough bitchin' bout how the bar was empty tonight, how everyone's down at the opening do for them 'Fontaine Futuristisms' or somethin'. I'll stick to sauce thank you very much."
"Don't know if it's just me, but something about the beer down here just tastes so much better. Maybe it's that new irrigation system they just put in, but I suppose that's the advantage of having the proprietor of the finest joint in town in charge of construction. Either way, I'm glad something's improving cos' I ain't spending my time in here for the conversation. All anyone seems to be able to talk about these days is those Plasmids things. Make you Faster they say, Stronger they say, Better. Give me a double Old Tom's on the rocks at the Fightin' any day of the week."
"Diane was down here again today..hic. Sittin' by the bar with a Martini just staring off into the ocean. Damn, that dress looks so good on her you could swear she was born wearin' it. She's an angel, a real sort. Perfect as a porcelain doll. So I'm sitting there, thinkin' bout how could she looks and how much I'd like to paint her, and I don't know, must have had me one too many because the next thing I know I'm standing right next to her, trying to get her attention. She just looked right through me like I was invisible trash. Only the best and brightest in Rapture..hic…'sept for losers like me."
"Funny thing happened last night. I was down at Fort Frolic at the Pharaohs', bottle of Harbinger in one hand, playing the slots. Won the Jackpot I did. Took the Bathysphere straight back down to McDonough's, told a few of the guys drinks were on me. I gets talking to one of them. Bout music, bout Rapture, then about Diane. Tells him how I ain't never gonna be good enough for her, then he tells me about Plasmids. The fella's an engineer down in Hephaestus, had an accident one day, hit his head and stopped him thinking straight, guy forgot how to light a cigarette, couldn't turn on a radio. His friend hooked him up with one of those 'QuickThink' tonics, now he's right as rain, even started playing the piano like a genius. I don't know whether I buy all that. Can't see myself putting one of those things into my arm but….Diane…maybe….maybe if I could make myself into somethin' special…