"Yeah, see I'll tell you what the alternative is. It's not that complicated. It's about one man and this gun versus another man. Sure, civilization may be dull, but the alternative, Mr. Marston, is hell."
Cut them from this world.
Only death awaits you all.
Cortana: "So have you got a plan to get out?"
Master Chief: "I was gonna shoot my way out. Mix things up a little."
That girl is beat up from the feet up.
The police are asking citizens to be alert and mistrustful of anyone who doesn't look like them.
I've got some advice about getting covered in the propulsion gel.... do not get covered in the propulsion gel.
Communism is the very definition of failure.
Fucking shit, cunt, cunt, cunt, cunt! Who the fuck are you speaking to? Who? Who? I'm talking to you huh? You fuck! Next time don't get in my fucking face! I just saw a fucking ghost and I gotta hear your crap? Get up! Get up! Fuck you then.
For this next test, we put nanoparticles in the gel. In layman's terms, that's a billion little gizmos that are going to travel into your bloodstream and pump experimental genes and RNA molecules and so forth into your tumors. Now, maybe you don't have any tumors. Well, don't worry. If you sat on a folding chair in the lobby and weren't wearing lead underpants, we took care of that too.
Announcer: "Good Morning! You have been in suspension for nine, nine, nine, nine, nine nine..."
Announcer: "This courtesy call is to inform all test subjects to vacate the Enrichment Center."
Wheatley: "Are you going to open this door? Because it's fairly urgent."
Sofia Sartor: "You mentioned a creed before. What is it?"
Ezio Auditore: "Nothing is true, everything is permitted."
Sofia Sartor: "That is rather cynical."
Ezio Auditore: "It would be if it were doctrine. But it is merely an observation on the nature of reality. To say that nothing is true is to realize that the foundations of society are fragile and that we must be the shepherds of our own civilization. To say that everything is permitted is to understand that we are the architects of our actions and that we must live with our consequences, whether glorious or tragic."
Nothing is more badass than treating a woman with respect.
The healthy human mind doesn't wake up in the morning thinking this is its last day on Earth. But I think that's a luxury, not a curse. To know you're close to the end is a kind of freedom. Good time to take... inventory. Outgunned. Outnumbered. Out of our minds. On a suicide mission. But the sands and rocks here stained with thousands of years of warfare... they will remember us. For this. Because out of all our vast array of nightmares, this is the one we choose for ourselves. We go forward like a breath exhaled from the Earth. With Vigor in our hearts and one goal in sight: We. Will. Kill him.
Stand in the ashes of a trillion dead souls and ask the ghosts if honor matters. Their silence is your answer.