V: You Sergei?
Sergei: Nice of you to ask. Lately I feel there is neon sign over my head that says "Sergei who fuck with Tiger Claws."

If planting bombs net enough, what can you do? You become bomb.

He's fucked in the head, the world's fucked in the head - and you're fucked in the head 'cause MY fucked up head is inside it.
Guess if you want to save the world, that's the first step - get fucked in the head.

True love comes to die in Night City. Husbands cheat on wives - wives cheat on husbands. Then they divorce and talk behind each other's backs.

Corpo or not, without chrome we all look like the same idiotic, bullet-riddled sacks of meat.