We impose order on the chaos of organic evolution. You exist because we allow it, and you will end because we demand it.

Let's be honest. Neither one of us knows what that thing does. Just put it in the corner and I'll deal with it later.

Cortana: So have you got a plan to get out?
Master Chief: I was gonna shoot my way out. Mix things up a little.

The healthy human mind doesn't wake up in the morning thinking this is its last day on Earth. But I think that's a luxury, not a curse. To know you're close to the end is a kind of freedom. Good time to take... inventory. Outgunned. Outnumbered. Out of our minds. On a suicide mission. But the sands and rocks here stained with thousands of years of warfare... they will remember us. For this. Because out of all our vast array of nightmares, this is the one we choose for ourselves. We go forward like a breath exhaled from the Earth. With Vigor in our hearts and one goal in sight: We. Will. Kill him.

It seems Salazar's having difficulties taming the American pig. Salazar had his chance. Krauser, go get the girl! Oh... and dispose of this swine while you're at it.