Elizabeta: Everyone's a rat!
Niko: Not me.

Jimmy De Santa: Hey, let's bounce.
Michael De Santa: Bounce? We're bouncing now? Is that what we're doing? Jesus fucking Christ.

We all need friends, old timer. We die alone, but we live among men.

I just know that there are two theories when arguing with women. And neither one works.

I have no interests in cooked flesh. The chef’s life is not for me.

Opening up a finely aged cask of whoop-ass.

UWULR HUWURR UWAARRRLARLRRLWAAA!

Can't think of anything I want dead right now. I'm sure I'll think of somethin', though.

Of all my Slabs, I gotta say, you're the least insane. Wish I coulda formed an army to fight Jack that didn't consist of lunatics and idiots, but hey. You play the cards you're dealt. Most of my cards just happen to have blood on 'em.

Man, I haven't been to Sanctuary since Roland kicked my ass out a few years back. It's lookin' nice. From where we're standin', you can see the spot where I ripped that snitch in half. Looks like they did a pretty good job cleanin' up the blood.

Hi, you've reached Rhys Strongfork, CEO and wartime general of Atlas corporation. Quick question: who the hell is this and how did you get on my secure line?!