It's time to end this little masquerade. There ain't no Atlas, kid. Never was. Fella in my line a work takes on a variety of aliases. Hell, once I was even a Chinaman for six months. But, you've been a sport, so I guess I owe you a little honesty. The name's Frank Fontaine.

I gotta say, I had a lotta business partners in my life, but you... 'Course the fact that you were genetically conditioned to bark like a cocker spaniel when I said "Would you kindly" might have had something to do with it, but still...

Now as soon as that machine finishes processing the genetic key you just fished off Ryan, I'm gonna run Rapture, tits to toes. You been a pal, but you know what they say: never mix business with friendship. Thanks for everything, kid. Don't forget to say hi to Ryan for me.