Alicia Marcus:
Time is running out, Alice. You must kill him soon.
Dr. Isaacs:
It's good to see you too, Alicia. Marcus created the T-virus to save her, but the effects didn't last. But I've been waiting years for her to die.
Alice:
I'm not... I'm not a clone.
Dr. Isaacs:
Really? You must have wondered why you remember nothing of your childhood. Your father, your mother...
Alice:
Memory loss.
Dr. Isaacs:
No. You have no memory because you had no life, nothing before the mansion, when we created you 10 years ago.
Alice:
I know who I am.
Dr. Isaacs:
I don't think so. You're nothing more than a puppet whose strings were cut and then you wondered around for a little while thinking you were a real girl, but you're not. You're just a clever imitation, a facsimile. A rather troublesome one, at that.
Alice:
You're lying to me.
Red Queen:
I'm afraid he's not. You were created in her image, as was I. My likeness and voice were based on childhood recordings of Alicia Marcus, made by her father. Your genetic structure is based on her DNA, tweaked to avoid the progeria aging disease that afflicted her. I'm the child she was. You are the woman she would have been.
Alicia Marcus:
No. You are so much better than I ever could be. I let this happen. I was weak. You cannot afford to be.
