- Frederic Abberline: Whitechapel is a cesspool of crime, Miss Frye, where terror reigns supreme. Elsewhere, the rich get richer, but here, the poor are living on the living, fighting to survive each day.
- Evie Frye: Nothing can excuse the horrors you've committed! Jacob was like a father to you, Jack. You have betrayed his trust, and sullied the creed.
- Jack the Ripper: Show me your monster, Assassin. These lambs need slaughtering.
- Jack the Ripper: It won't be long before my masterpiece will bring her running right into my arms. I look forward to the family reunion.
- Jack the Ripper: My legend will live forever! You cannot kill the Ripper! I will haunt men through time!
- Jack the Ripper: I was born here, survived the madhouse and learned from the best, until he betrayed me. Come test your creed against mine.
- Frederic Abberline: I cannot cover for you much longer. All the evidence points to your brother, your Order, and you. You need to deliver the Ripper's head on a spike soon, or I'm afraid there will be nothing to stop my men from arresting you in his stead.
- Evie Frye: You'll have his head, even if it costs me mine.
- Thomas Owers: Come drain my wine with honeyed lips, and I shall tell you a tale of unrequited love from the Orient.
- Jack the Ripper: I should thank you, Evie... Jacob inspired my acts by his treachery, but it is your meddling that inspired today's masterpiece!
- Jacob Frye: I know you're there, Jack. The master of terror is afraid to show himself, is he?
- Jack the Ripper: I am your shadow, Jacob. I will gut every last one of them if that's the quickest way to you.
- Jacob Frye: Come on, you monster, let's be done with this!
- Thomas Owers: I say! That's a bit rough, even for me. I don't think I know you, my dear.
- Evie Frye: Call me Atropos.
- Thomas Owers: Ah, the oldest of the three fates, how intriguing. And where are you taking me?
- Evie Frye: Someplace private. I hear the Lady has a lovely boudoir upstairs. Perhaps she'd like to join us?
- Thomas Owers: The Lady does love a strong, mysterious woman.
- Evie Frye: Why don't we surprise her?
- Thomas Owers: Ooh, that hurts my dear... A little tighter, perhaps?
- Jack the Ripper: How many more Assassins must die before you see the truth?
- Jacob Frye: Only one more, Jack.
- Evie Frye: Fear is a powerful weapon, it makes us irrational and tears us apart. Jack crafted those letters to do just that. We can't let him win.
- Arthur Weaversbrook: You sound as if you know this monster.
- Evie Frye: Well enough to kill him. In more ways than one, we have both helped to create a monster.
- Jack the Ripper: There is a sickness in this world, Miss Frye. It made our creed weak. But I am here now. I will tear into all sickness, all the rot and shit of this city, and rip it out. We shall be pure again.