Heather:
Are you still following me? Do I have to scream?

Leonard:
The only thing you'll get from me is a gruesome death!

Claudia:
They've come to witness the Beginning. The rebirth of Paradise, despoiled by mankind.

Heather:
What are you talking about?

Claudia:
Don't you know? Your power is needed.

Heather:
How should I know?

Claudia:
I am Claudia.

Heather:
So what!

Claudia:
Remember me, and your true self as well, also that which you must become. The one who will lead us to Paradise with blood stained hands!

Harry Mason:
It's being invaded by the Otherworld. By a world of someone's nightmarish delusions come to life.

Claudia:
You will birth a god and build an eternal paradise.

Heather:
I don't know what kind of hell is waiting for me there, but I've got no other choice. I don't care about God or Paradise... If that's what she believes in then fine. But she won't get away with what she did. When I find her, I'll kill her myself.

Douglas:
Revenge doesn't solve anything.

Heather:
Maybe not, but that's what I'm going to do.

Heather:
You know, you might die too.

Douglas:
That's fine. No one's going to cry over my grave anyway.

Claudia:
You're going to kill me? Is it really so easy for you?

Douglas:
I've done it before.

Claudia:
Then I truly do pity you.

Douglas:
You remind me of my son.

Heather:
But I thought nobody was going to cry for you...

Douglas:
Dead people don't cry.

Claudia:
You despise me, don't you?

Heather:
You're damned right I do!

Claudia:
That's good.

Vincent:
The name's Vincent. Don't forget it OK? I'm on your side.

Heather:
So you say...

Claudia:
So, what will you do? I'll be waiting, where all begins. In the town of Silent Hill.

Heather:
You think you're superman or something?

Douglas:
Y'know I always wanted to be him.

Douglas:
Is it really over?

Heather:
Not yet... you're still alive.

Douglas:
Heather, did you...

Heather:
You don't have to call me that. I'm not hiding anymore.

Douglas:
You want me to use your real name? What was it again?

Heather:
Cheryl. The name my father gave me.

Douglas:
You gonna let your hair color go back too?

Heather:
I don't know. Don't you think blondes have more fun?

Vincent:
Monsters? They looked like monsters to you?

Heather:
Is every person here a mental case?