You will soon have your God, and you will make it with your own hands.

You mechs may have copper wiring to reroute your fear of pain, but I've got nerves of steel.

I spill my drink!

I never had time to take the Oath of Service to the Coalition. How about this one? I swear not to rest until UNATCO is free of you and the other crooked bureaucrats who have perverted its mission.

Bet you didn't know your mom and dad tried to protest when we put you in training. They loved their little boy, JC, and that's why they're dead. I'm sending up the man who did the job.