“Man’s name was Henry Masters. Poor sucker’s been believed dead for a bit, but he’s Fontaine’s crew. And that's what gets you in Atlas’s gang. You're not exactly a spitting image of the fella, but you're not far off. Not like anyone would remember anyway.”

“That's for when you dig up gold. Pick ‘em up in a secluded area, and feed back whatever you heard to it. Be sure to take them all back when I return, okay?”

“Prisoners get the rough treatment! Can't have any onlookers get suspicious with me just walkin’ you out of here! See you Friday, Emmett: you're doing a great thing here!”