"Would you kindly"
"What little life there is in the world is draining out this hole in my body. The world can burn, the planes can burn, just give me life! I will destroy this life so badly, break it, smash it, and stain it in blood and feces, so you cannot live it either! Let all creation burn for I cannot die!"
- Planescape: Torment
"I am the Milkman. My milk is delicious. It is fortified with what the world wants. What the world deserves."
"After a thousand battles one only sees death!"
-Dawn of War
"SEEN ANY ELVES? HAHAHAHAHA."
"You're all pathetic, like a bunch of bloody Millwall fans"
So funny...yet so true
Look at you, hacker: a pathetic creature of meat and bone, panting and sweating as you run through my corridors. How can you challenge a perfect, immortal machine?
I didn't expect Splinter Cell quotes to elicit so many chuckles from my heart.
This bit from Glottis is one of my favourite bits in Grim Fandango (Manny's response is perfect too)
Then let me continue..Fisher is one badass motherfucker.
Guard: [after being taken captive by Sam on the roof of the Displace office] Hey who are you?
Sam Fisher: Pretend I'm Harry Tuttle
Sam Fisher: I'm an ill-tempered, heavily-armed heating engineer asking about your ventilation system.
Guard: I guess, I guess it's not working properly since the blackout
Sam Fisher: So it shouldn't take much to shut down that big fan if i wanted to.
Guard: I, I don't know why would you want to do that?
Sam Fisher: The adventure, the travel.
Irving Lambert: [Sam reaches a crash site] Fisher, that plane is way too damaged for you to retrieve that information, but we can't let it fall into North Korean hands. NKA recovery teams are already inbound. Call an air strike on the area.
Sam Fisher: And leave those pilots to die?
Irving Lambert: You have your orders. Call the air strike. That building will be a perfect vantage point.
[Sam picks one up]
Irving Lambert: Fisher, I told you to leave them and call the air strike!
Sam Fisher: Yeah, well, you gave me my orders, and I'll follow them, once I get the pilots out.
Irving Lambert: If you compromise the mission...
[Sam saves one]
Irving Lambert: Great. Now you can call that air strike.
[Sam picks up the other]
Irving Lambert: What are you doing?
Sam Fisher: No point saving one and not the other.
Irving Lambert: Fisher, you don't even exist. You won't get any medals for this.
Sam Fisher: Medals won't help me sleep at night.
Irving Lambert: Now you've saved both of them. Can you call that air strike now?
Sam Fisher: Talk, but talk quietly.
Guard: I'll tell you anything. I'm the biggest coward you've ever met.
Sam Fisher: That's quite a claim.
Guard: I've already wet myself.
Sam Fisher: Well, then you've made the top ten. Where's Zherkezhi?
Guard: Somewhere at the far end. In the tea house maybe.
Sam Fisher: All right, I think it's time for you to take a nap now.
Guard: I'm such a coward. You should kill me anyway, I dont deserve to live.
Sam Fisher: You are pretty spineless, actually.
Guard: I'm so ashamed.
Guard: J-Jesus! Who are you?
Sam Fisher: I'm the monster in the closet.
Sam Fisher: Sssh, I'm not going to hurt you.
Guard: Wh-who are you? Wait a minute... i-is this a training exercise?
Sam Fisher: Ohh damn...
[pretends to communicate to his superiors, 'receives' orders through earpiece]
Sam Fisher: Support, this guy knows its an exercise. Who let the cat out of the bag?
Guard: Huh! I knew it!
Sam Fisher: [to 'Support'] Roger that. Yeah. Ok...
Sam Fisher: [to guard] Gimme a hand here pal. Just play along. Name, rank and number?
Guard: Corporal Stan Donnelly 24-28-9-9-6.
Sam Fisher: And your not going to tell me anything else?
Guard: No sir!
Sam Fisher: Good boy.
Sam Fisher: [to 'Support'] All right, want me to move onto the next one? Yeah. Roger. Huh, ok I'll ask...
Sam Fisher: [to guard] Command wants to know how many are on the roof.
Guard: Two men on the roof, sir. Two more inbound in a chopper.
Sam Fisher: Thanks. Dismissed.
Sam Fisher: What are you doing here?
South Korean Soldier: Wait you are American, I am South Korean. We're allies!
Sam Fisher: I can see that from the uniform, what are you doing here?
South Korean Soldier: I am the advance scout for my unit, they're not far behind.
Sam Fisher: How many?
South Korean Soldier: Four more. Allies, allies! We're badly reduced, can you help us?
Sam Fisher: I'm afraid i'm a little busy.
South Korean Soldier: Who are you?
Sam Fisher: I'm the guy you never saw.
South Korean Soldier: If you don't let me tell my unit, they won't know you're on our side! Please we're allies!
Sam Fisher: [Sam has grabbed a bathhouse patron from behind] What are you doing here?
Bathhouse Patron: Wha-? What are YOU... doing here?
Sam Fisher: Are you stupid? I have a knife to your throat.
Bathhouse Patron: My skin is IMPENETRABLE! I am FEARLESS! I am... RED NISHIN!
Sam Fisher: You're a member of Red Nishin?
Bathhouse Patron: No one here... would DARE harm me! They would see EVERYONE they'd ever known slowly TORTURED to DEATH, before they meet the same fate!
Sam Fisher: Okay, fine. Just tell me one thing: What does "Red Nishin" mean?
Bathhouse Patron: A Nishin! It is a kind of fish! A small, silvery fish! Very tasty when pickled!
Sam Fisher: You mean a herring?
Bathhouse Patron: Yes... YES! That's it! That's the word! RED HERRING!
Sam Fisher: [after grabbing a patrolling guard] This is private property.
Bank Guard: What are you talking about? I've been working here for two years!
Sam Fisher: Well, prove it...
Bank Guard: Okay... Well, the code to that door is... hey, wait, you're trying to trick me!
Sam Fisher: Ok, you got me, I surrender. Oh, wait, how about you tell me the code anyway and I won't be forced to hurt you?
Bank Guard: Okay, the code is...
[He gives the code]
Mercenary 1: Find any bugs?
Mercenary 2: Yeah! They're everywhere. Can't get rid them. It's like a damn insectarium here.
Mercenary 1: I mean microphones, stupid.
Mercenary 2: Oh, well... I looked a bit, but I didn't find any.
Mercenary 1: 'A bit'? What the hell does that mean? Where did you look?
Mercenary 2: Uh, like... on the table and stuff!
Mercenary 1: [annoyed] You looked on the table... for microphones.
Mercenary 2: Yeah?
Mercenary 1: [sarcastic] Gee, did you find any?
Mercenary 2: Uh... no.
Mercenary 1: [sighing] Never mind, I'll look for them myself...
Deep Announcer Voice: The Council thought that Blasto, the first Hanar Spectre, would play by the rules...
Blasto: This one has forgotten whether its heat sink is over capacity. It wonders whether the criminal scum considers itself fortunate.
Deep Announcer Voice: They were wrong.
Blasto: This one doesn't have time for your solid waste excretions!
Deep Announcer Voice: He's got a lover in every port and a gun in every tentacle!
Blasto: Enkindle this!
Deep Announcer Voice: Blasto: The Jellyfish Stings. Available for extranet purchase this fall from Illium Entertainment.
Elves will never be so cool ever again.Quote:
I... I do not remember your love, Ellesime. I've tried. I've tried to recreate it, to spark it anew in my memory but it is gone, a hollow, dead thing. Fore years I clung to the memory of it; then the memory of the memory and then nothing, the Seldarine took that from me too. I look upon you and feel... nothing. I remember nothing but you turning your back on me along with all the others. Once my thirst for power was everything... and now I hunger only for revenge. And I. Will! Have it!
"Gavver da ladz, n'kluding Snotti's boyz. It's time ter kill da 'umies. Yus all of 'em, da lot! Startin' wiv dem wot lives on da borders wot finkz deyz 'ard! Kill 'em all, no prisoners. Urgat as spoken. Urgat knowz... WAAARGH URGAT! WAAARGH ORC!" - Urgat from Shadow of the Horned Rat.
Anytime I see "I'm selling these fine leather jackets" in a game, it just makes me smile.
"To promote niceness. To make the world prettier. To share candy with everyone. To obfuscate the true nature of the Milkman. To protect the Milkman at all costs. To eliminate all who threaten to reveal his secret objective."
Hell, all the G-Men quotes. Everything is delightfully odd about them.
War. War never changes.
I am Andrew Ryan, and I'm here to ask you a question. Is a man not entitled to the sweat of his brow? 'No!' says the man in Washington, 'It belongs to the poor.' 'No!' says the man in the Vatican, 'It belongs to God.' 'No!' says the man in Moscow, 'It belongs to everyone.' I rejected those answers; instead, I chose something different. I chose the impossible. I chose... Rapture, a city where the artist would not fear the censor, where the scientist would not be bound by petty morality, Where the great would not be constrained by the small! And with the sweat of your brow, Rapture can become your city as well.
A man chooses, a slave obeys.
All your base are belong to us.
The Taken from Alan Wake shout things like:
Omega 3 fatty acids are good for your heart!
Modern camping equipment is lightweight!
There are 65 billion cows and pigs in the world!
It's hilarious, but also turns off many people who expect a serious horror game.
A general needs an army, as he needs those he trusts. And Canderous is a loyal beast, no matter how much he is broken upon Revan's will. But you know this.They will die a death that will last millennia, until all that remains is their code, their history, and in the end, the shell of their armor upon the shell of a man.
If you were to battle an old Sith Lord in a lightsabre duel, you would find that we're only children playing with toys.
Do you wish to feel the teachings born of the Mandalorian Wars, of all wars, of all tragedies that scream across the galaxy? Let me show you, you, who have forever seen the galaxy through the Force. See it through the eyes of the Exile.
It is such a quiet thing to fall... but far more terrible is to admit it.
I would have killed the galaxy to preserve you. I would have let the galaxy die. You are more rare than you know, and what you have taught yourself must not be allowed to die… And it is for that that I love you.
Perhaps you were expecting some surprise, for me to reveal a secret that had eluded you, something that would change your perspective of events, shatter you to your core. There is no great revelation, no great secret. There is only you.