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

And so our story begins.

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

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

May you find your worth in the waking world.

You Died!

“A man chooses, a slave obeys.”

I never asked for this.

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

The cake is a lie!!!

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

Look behind you!

Stay a while and listen.

Look behind you, a Three-Headed Monkey!

Rise if you would. For that is our curse.

Hard to see big picture behind the pile of corpses.

You have died of dysentery.

“Prepare for unforeseen consequences.”

“Would you kindly…”

Nothing is true, everything is permitted.

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.

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

Whenever I smell asphalt, I think of Maureen…

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

You spoony bard!

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

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

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

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

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

I gotta go meditate. Or masturbate. Or both.

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

“Who wants toast?”

Did I ever tell you the definition of insanity?

“Nothing is true, everything is permitted.”

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

“War… War never changes!”

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

Do a barrel roll!

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

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

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

This place was like Baghdad with g-strings.

It’s fear that gives men wings!

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

You monster!

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I pooped right where you’re standing.

I’m the monster in the closet.