Player: No machine should have free will.
Nick Valentine: Why? You jealous you had to turn yours in?

Danse: "Keep away from me, you filthy ghoul."
Hancock: "Don't flatter yourself, crew cut. You ain't my type."

I guess I just wanted to show you that there's two sides to every victory. Those who live to revel in it, and those who died making it happen.

The Railroad? Aren't they busy liberating vending machines and saving computers?

Each weapon tested on someone who deserved it.