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

There once were two sisters, Night and Death,
Death large, and Night small,
Night had the beauty of dreams, while Death,
Death was most lovely of all -

Hey nonny nonny, hey nonny nonny!
Death was most lovely of all.

Now, as that ol' Greek dawg says, life's a banquet - so don't go thirsty, but don't get drunk, either.

Sometimes two people find themselves at the wrong place at the right time.

My cause is to keep this town from turning into a living hell for the folks who live here.

It's said war - war never changes. Men do, through the roads they walk. And this road... has reached its end.

I am neither man nor woman, but both deserve more respect than you do.

What, smoking after sex not Zen enough for you? We gotta rewrite "The Art of War", too?

To know you are close to the end is kind of a freedom.

V: Doesn't it bother you?
Ozob: What?
V: The grenade. You know, the one on your face?
Ozob: Eh, you get used to it. I just gotta be carefull not to pull the pin when I wanna pick my nose.

Hands are bleeding, raw. I scrub and scrub but the smell will not lift. How can I hold my children with these hands now? How can I kiss them goodnight with lips that have issued such instruction?

Some people are only nice because they're afraid of getting hurt. Or 'cause their religion tells 'em to be.

Oo, I love this town! Love it like you might love a mother who popped you out on the steps of an orphanage and now stops you to ask if you got a smoke for her!

When you see Claptrap next, please let him know that none of my laboratory equipment has any interest in him romantically.

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.