- Tris: I can't let anyone else die because of me.
- Four: No one else is gonna die because of you. Tori's gonna find a way to disable the disks...
- Tris: And if she doesn't?
- Four: Then, then... Then if she doesn't, we figure it out. Together.
- Tris: You know I'm just one person. I'm not worth it.
- Four: No, you are worth it. You are worth it to me. I love you.
- Peter: Hey, Tris, I really like your hair, by the way. Did you try to cut it all short and weird like that?
- Peter: [to Tris] Well, that just goes to show that you can take the girl outta Abnegation, but you can't take the Abnegation out of the girl. Let's go. Once a stiff, always a stiff, right?
- [Eric runs a test on a man and finds him 10% Divergent]
- Eric: You're almost normal. That's boring.
- [Eric shoots him in the head]
- Uriah: Where's your scary boyfriend?
- Tris: Probably off doing scary boyfriend things.
- Uriah: Mind if I join you? I love heights. From up here, it all just seems so much smaller, you know. I know it sounds crazy, but... sometimes I think I see lights out beyond the wall. I know they say it's all just wasteland out there, but... We can't be the only ones left. Can we?
- Evelyn: We're on the same side, Tris. I'm Factionless because I don't fit into any one faction. And you're Divergent because you belong to too many. But we're both a threat to Jeanine. My people are ready for war, if that's what it takes.
- Tris: I miss you so much.
- Natalie: I know you do. But I'm still with you. You need to be strong now. Tell me you're gonna be strong.
- Tris: I'm trying.
- Natalie: You can do this. I know you can. You're brave. Braver than anyone.
- Tris: I'm not brave, Mom. I pretend that I am. And I want people to think that I am. But I'm not. I'm really, really scared. That maybe we are actually what's wrong in this world. Divergents. I never wanted any of this. You and Dad and Caleb and then Four. And I can't help but think that if I was normal... we would all still be together. Mom, I don't wanna be Divergent anymore. I just wanna feel safe again.
- Jeanine: We are all that is left of humanity. The vast wall that encloses this city may protect us from our toxic surroundings, but it is up to us to confront any element that could poison us from within. Because, when you are civilizations last hope, peace is not merely an ideal. It is an obligation. And it is up to all of us to take a stand against its one true enemy, Divergents.
- Evelyn: I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you. I always loved watching him sleep. I take it you're setting out to Candor in the morning?
- Tris: Yeah.
- Evelyn: Listen, I only want what's best for him.
- Tris: You hardly even know him.
- Evelyn: You'd like to think that, wouldn't you? But deep down, I think you're scared I know him all too well.
- Tris: I'm not scared.
- Evelyn: Of course you are. You're scared he'll finally see you for what you really are. Deadly. You don't believe me? Ask him.
- Eric: You think she's safe now? You're wrong.
- Eric: [to Tris] Jeanine's never gonna stop searching for you.
- Four: Why? What does she want with her? Tell me.
- Eric: Look, all I know is she's exactly what Jeanine needs. She's the perfect subject.
- [Four cocks his gun]
- Eric: Was that supposed to scare me?
- Four: You're responsible for the death of hundreds of people. You know the punishment for that.
- Eric: Listen... I've found a way to live with the blood on my hands. But can you?
- Tris: 'Cause that's what happens... to people when they get close to me... They get hurt or they die... I can't forgive myself.
- [first lines]
- Jeanine: Peace. Long ago, before the Founders established this great city of ours, that word was all but meaningless. An ideal as elusive as a dream. Now, 200 years later, we are, all of us, living proof that peace is indeed attainable. The reason for this is, of course, our Faction System. Erudite, Dauntless, Amity, Candor, Abnegation. In dividing people according to personality and aptitude, we've created a society in which each faction plays a critical role in maintaining the social order. But this harmony we achieved is now under attack from a small but extremely dangerous group of individuals. We call them Divergents. They are, in essence, the worst of what humanity used to be. Rebellious, defiant, and uncontrollable.