The Machine Man : [disguised as Maria]  Who is the living food for the machines in Metropolis - ? Who lubricates the machine joints with their own blood - ? Who feeds the machines with their own flesh - ? Let the machines starve, you fools - ! Let them die - ! Kill them - the machines - !

Maria : Oh mediator, have you finally come? Freder : You called me - - here I am!

The Machine Man : [disguised as Maria]  Let's all watch as the world goes to the devil!

The Machine Man : [disguised as Maria]  Leave the machines - ! Let them race to their death -! To the Heart Machine - !

The Machine Man : [disguised as Maria]  Women and men, let no one miss today - ! Death to the machines - !

Maria : Look! These are your brothers! Look - ! These are your brothers!

Maria : Today I will tell you the legend of THE TOWER OF BABEL... "Come, let us build us a tower whose top may reach unto the stars! And the top of the tower we will write the words: Great is the world and its Creator! And great is Man!" But the minds that had conceived the Tower of Babel could not build it. The task was too great. So they hired hands for wages. But the hands that built the Tower of Babel knew nothing of the dream of the brain that had conceived it. BABEL. BABEL. BABEL. BABEL. One man's hymns of praise became other men's curses. People spoke the same language, but could not understand each other...

Maria : HEAD and HANDS need a mediator. THE MEDIATOR BETWEEN HEAD AND HANDS MUST BE THE HEART! Worker #1 : But where is our mediator, Maria - ? Maria : Wait for him! He will surely come! Worker #2 : We will wait, Maria...! But not much longer - - !