Nothing is true, everything is permitted.

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

And so our story begins.

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

Stay a while and listen.

“A man chooses, a slave obeys.”

“Nothing is true, everything is permitted.”

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

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

May you find your worth in the waking world.

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

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

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.

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

“Who wants toast?”

It’s fear that gives men wings!

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

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

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

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

I gotta go meditate. Or masturbate. Or both.

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

Look behind you, a Three-Headed Monkey!

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

“Would you kindly…”

“War… War never changes!”

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

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

“Prepare for unforeseen consequences.”

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

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

You spoony bard!

The cake is a lie!!!

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.

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

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

I pooped right where you’re standing.

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

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

You Died!

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

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

This place was like Baghdad with g-strings.

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

You have died of dysentery.

Hard to see big picture behind the pile of corpses.

Look behind you!

You monster!

Do a barrel roll!

Did I ever tell you the definition of insanity?

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

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

I’m the monster in the closet.

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

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

Rise if you would. For that is our curse.

Whenever I smell asphalt, I think of Maureen…

I never asked for this.