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

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.

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

Anything that can kill a man, I sell. Except suicidal depression.That is unfortunately not packageable.

Even at the worst of times, things aren't so bad when you're around, sir/mum.