Gaze into the abyss, you'll find the abyss starin' right back atcha.
And I don't like the look it's givin' me - the kind that says there ain't no comin' back.

Johnny: Know that data's cause enough for MaxTac to max-murder you?
V: They'll have to get in line.

Johnny: Lawyers are not to be trusted.
V: There any kinds or people worthy of your trust?
Johnny: Course. Sound technicians.

End of the day, blood money's still money.

Soldier 1: Hey - how's a scav different from an onion?
Soldier 2: How?
Soldier 1: Don't cry no tears when you slice 'n' dice 'em.

Heywood? That explains your colofur CV. Theft, assault, robbery... the usual checklist.

You play grown-up games, you face grown-up consequences.

V: New choom of mine had an accident recently. A localnet power surge overloaded his wreath and toasted the circuits. Guy's been living his life thinking he's the BD star ever since.
Viktor: Like a magnet for the weirdest shit in the city, aren't you?

Guts on the walls, blood on the floor, optical on the table. Interior decoration - Scav edition.

A careless businessman might easily drown in the mud. Me - I prefer to stay dry.

Alex: Don't look for a friend in Reed. Not him or anyone at the agency. We're a bad influence.
V: Preciate the warning, but 1 or 2 new bad influences in my life isn't gonna tip the scales much.

If one party is backed into a corner, it is not negotiation, it is extortion.

Slider: Me, my temple - we are one. My eyes and ears are everywhere.
Reed: This isn't a temple, it's a malicious daemon mill. And you're no priest, you're a two-bit bandit and murderer.

Ah. Two walking corpses. One has risen from the grave, while the other seeks it.