Johnny: Lawyers are not to be trusted.
V: There any kinds or people worthy of your trust?
Johnny: Course. Sound technicians.

Soldier 1: Hey - how's a scav different from an onion?
Soldier 2: How?
Soldier 1: Don't cry no tears when you slice 'n' dice 'em.

Guts on the walls, blood on the floor, optical on the table. Interior decoration - Scav edition.

V: New choom of mine had an accident recently. A localnet power surge overloaded his wreath and toasted the circuits. Guy's been living his life thinking he's the BD star ever since.
Viktor: Like a magnet for the weirdest shit in the city, aren't you?

Slider: Me, my temple - we are one. My eyes and ears are everywhere.
Reed: This isn't a temple, it's a malicious daemon mill. And you're no priest, you're a two-bit bandit and murderer.