Jerry: "You mean the map you printed from a website called TotallyNotLost.com?"

Tom: "It had five-star reviews!"

Jerry: "From whom? People who never made it out?"

Tom: "Relax… We're on a journey. It’s about the adventure, not the destination."

Jerry: "Sure, but I’d prefer the destination to involve less 'getting eaten by bears' and more 'finding the car.'"

Tom: "Look, I’m positive we’re close. Just follow the North Star!"

Jerry: "That’s the airport tower light, YOU IDIOT! We’ve been walking in circles for an hour!"

Tom: "Well, technically, that’s still progress… just in a very creative direction."

"We're so fucked man", Bert screams bashing his fists on the 40 foot wall in front of him "it's been . . . ", Bert looks at his watch and stops talking.

"Yeah, I know okay but we're not going to get anywhere if we don't. . ."

"No! I don't want your wisdomous old man shit, it's been over 2 hours and we aren't any closer to getting out, look what happened to Adam and Sasha. We're so dead"

Fin stares blank faced into Bert's eyes, Bert breaks eye contact and scratches at his neck.

"The Reachers don't enter the labyrinth until the sun rises, we have an hour and a half until we need to start worrying, let's keep moving", Fin points back the way they came leading Bert out and further into the labyrinth.

Frog2: "Rejoice! As you have been rebirth rebit rebit"

Frog1: "Who are you? Rebit, what am I? Rebit, why am I saying rebit rebit?"

Frog2: "In celebration, we shall throw a party in this rebit garden rebit"

Sorya: “I know you don’t like it but it’s not your choice. It’s mine.”

Riley: “Sorya, this is crazy. I get that you feel duty-bound but just because this plan panders to whatever martyr-complex you’ve built for yourself up north, doesn’t mean it’ll work.“

S: “You said you wanted to help me. So you can’t -“

R: “I do!”

S: “So, you can’t just think you have veto power on my decisions. I made this one before I met you and, don’t get me wrong, I - appreciate your concern. But it’s not going to change now.”

R: "I don’t think anyone’s ever told you this, so I’m saying it now.”

S: “I don’t need-“

R: “I’m saying it now to you as a favour. There’s no glory in self-sacrifice if it doesn’t actually make sense. No one’s going to hang a gold medal on your corpse for being noble when this fails - it’ll just be shooting the only good chance we have to fix this in the head. And I’ll be left here, knowing I sat by and let you pull the trigger.”

S: “I don’t have a deathwish, contrary to what you may assume. Survival is my modus operandi. However, and you may have forgotten this, we discovered - together - that this takes priority. Attempting the process - and I know it’s fraught, I’m not stupid - is the only chance we have.”

R: “There are always other options. I thought you would have learnt that during all your prestigious years of-"

S: "That's not-"

R: "Dusty Latin classes, apparently,and whatever else they teach you up there.”

S: “Do I have to remind you that if this fails, you also won’t be around to fulfil whatever I-told-you-so fantasies you’re entertaining? I, just - Take your ego down a notch and look at this objectively. Logic does not allow me the luxury of delusion. There are other options, Riley, for people more powerful than us. But we have only been offered one - and we have no more strings to pull.”

R: “You’re asking me to help you die. And blindly believe that this process from a barely-verifiable document - that’s three hundred years old and may well be planted by Richardson's crew- will bring you back. I know you’re convinced, you’ve made that clear, but that’s still a pretty damn precarious string to pull. And it’s looped around your neck.”

S: “So I need you to help me grasp it. And yank this fucking noose down.”