If planting bombs net enough, what can you do? You become bomb.

Remember, V - it's unwise to engage in idle time. I am sometimes known to be rather impatient.

I've always maintained it's the same for all you termites in Heywood. Born here, live her, die here.

You can't know Night City well, ever. It's always changin', always surprisin'. Part of its charm.

Oo, I love this town! Love it like you might love a mother who popped you out on the steps of an orphanage and now stops you to ask if you got a smoke for her!