I’m looking for a place where sailors hang out.

I’m no hero. Never was, never will be. I’m just an old killer, hired to do some wet work.

“Who wants toast?”

“I had a permanent constipated grimace on my face. I was revenge personified.”

“The right man in the wrong place can make all the difference in the world.”

I’d been sitting at the bar for three hours, or five years depending on the way you looked at things.

I pooped right where you’re standing.

I don’t have time to explain why I don’t have time to explain.

Look at you, soaring through the air like an eagle… piloting a blimp.

“Would you kindly…”

Clickity click click. Right on the money. Shootin’ blanks every time. All the time.

Your face, your ass – what’s the difference?

Do a barrel roll!

This town had more smoke and mirrors than a strip club locker room.

Whenever I smell asphalt, I think of Maureen…

It’s not the fall that kills you, it’s the sudden stop at the bottom.

Rise if you would. For that is our curse.

You know I never really thought about it, Rico but there’s a difference between you LOOK and you SEE. You look at Medici, she’s beautiful. She’s a jewel in the sun. But you see Medici, she’s completely rotten.

“Wake up Mr Freeman, Wake up and.. Smell the Ashes.”

“Nothing is true, everything is permitted.”

Thank you Mario! But our Princess is in another castle!

I’ll relinquish one bullet. Where do you want it?

You Died!

In a world without gold, we could have been heroes.

“We all make choices, but in the end, our choices… make… us.”

It’s like pornography or the perfect turd, I can’t describe it, but I’ll know it when I see it.

I uh, don’t have any bullets. You gonna give me bullets? Are there bullets up there? Where do I get my gun?

I gotta go meditate. Or masturbate. Or both.

I never asked for this.

You are all things, Revan… and yet you are nothing. In the end, you belong to neither the light nor the darkness. You will forever stand alone.

I’m the monster in the closet.

Stay a while and listen.

Nothing is true, everything is permitted.

And so our story begins.

Look behind you, a Three-Headed Monkey!

That reminds me of the first shotgun I got when I was a kid, I was the happiest 4 year old in the county.

Like all the bad things in my life, it started with the death of a woman.

Well done. Here are the test results: You are a horrible person. I’m serious, that’s what it says: “A horrible person.”

You monster!

The cake is a lie!!!

I don’t need an army, I’ve got a Krogan

You have died of dysentery.

Look behind you!

“Prepare for unforeseen consequences.”

“War… War never changes!”

This place was like Baghdad with g-strings.

Did I ever tell you the definition of insanity?

May you find your worth in the waking world.

You spoony bard!

“A man chooses, a slave obeys.”

Go for the eyes, Boo. Go for the eyes.

“That was too close, you were almost a Jill sandwich.”

Life, dreams, hope, where do they come from? And where do they go? Such meaningless things, I’ll destroy them all!

Hard to see big picture behind the pile of corpses.

Oh. Hi. So. How are you holding up? BECAUSE I’M A POTATO.

I was an adventurer like you, then I took an arrow in the knee.

It’s fear that gives men wings!

Do you think love can bloom, even on a battlefield?