One of the joys of top notch taste receptors is getting to enjoy the full flavour without the nasty hangover.

Everything here is meant to kill at your discretion. Except for me. I only kill when I want to.

The thing about happiness is that you only know you had it when it's gone. I mean, you may think to yourself that you're happy.
But you don't really believe it. You focus on the pretty bullshit, or the next job, or whatever.
It's only looking back by comparison with what comes after that you really understand, that's what happiness felt like.

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

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