I have no interests in cooked flesh. The chef’s life is not for me.

When you see Claptrap next, please let him know that none of my laboratory equipment has any interest in him romantically.

Let’s see if my knife fits in your skull.

Hi, you've reached Rhys Strongfork, CEO and wartime general of Atlas corporation. Quick question: who the hell is this and how did you get on my secure line?!

I am neither man nor woman, but both deserve more respect than you do.