QUENTIN to ELIOT: Bef-- [inhales deeply, exhales] Before I got here, I was in the hospital. I have -- or I had, I don't know -- this thing that I couldn't shake where I felt like because nothing was ever not gonna be pointless and empty, then, why go on?
Q: All right, so 784 tiles in 15 colors. Uh, so that's 784 factorial, uh, divided by…
ELIOT: Seriously? You're trying to calculate the beauty of all life?
ALICE: You're here out of some sort of combination of thinking I'm incompetent and your guilt that he died saving you.
ELIOT: [...] You must be fucking joking right now.
ELIOT to HIMSELF: And he went out on a limb. And, yeah, it was a little crazy, but you knew. You knew this was a moment that truly mattered and you just snuffed it out.
ELIOT: But it was when you were confronted with what you fear most.
QUENTIN: Great. So just figure out what that is and I'll make a distraction, and then... and then you can go there.
ELIOT: Can we just cut to the part where we go to another world and skip the whole guilt and recriminations bit, please?
QUENTIN: You would like that, wouldn't you?