"Yeah, see I'll tell you what the alternative is. It's not that complicated. It's about one man and this gun versus another man. Sure, civilization may be dull, but the alternative, Mr. Marston, is hell."

Unlike everything else in your life, the work you do here matters!

Commie ghosts what don't know they're dead. Hoping to steal our rockets so they can fly up and paint the moon pink and draw a Lenin face on it.

For this next test, we put nanoparticles in the gel. In layman's terms, that's a billion little gizmos that are going to travel into your bloodstream and pump experimental genes and RNA molecules and so forth into your tumors. Now, maybe you don't have any tumors. Well, don't worry. If you sat on a folding chair in the lobby and weren't wearing lead underpants, we took care of that too.

Each weapon tested on someone who deserved it.

Anything that can kill a man, I sell. Except suicidal depression.That is unfortunately not packageable.

Everything here is meant to kill at your discretion. Except for me. I only kill when I want to.

Truth is, the game was rigged from the start.

The curse of much knowledge is often indecision.

The thing about happiness is that you only know you had it when it's gone. I mean, you may think to yourself that you're happy.
But you don't really believe it. You focus on the pretty bullshit, or the next job, or whatever.
It's only looking back by comparison with what comes after that you really understand, that's what happiness felt like.

Carl Johnson: Oh shit! Where you get this?
Cesar: Same place I got my pants, homes. This is America, man!

Fucking shit, cunt, cunt, cunt, cunt! Who the fuck are you speaking to? Who? Who? I'm talking to you huh? You fuck! Next time don't get in my fucking face! I just saw a fucking ghost and I gotta hear your crap? Get up! Get up! Fuck you then.

Too many people have opinions on things they know nothing about. And the more ignorant they are, the more opinions they have.

[SUCCEEDED] NOT IT'S HOLDING UP AN ARRAY OF FULLY-ERRECTED HAND PENISES. IF IT TRIES TO INSERT THEM, ACTIVATE VIVISECTORS.

Rise and shine, Mr. Freeman. Rise and shine. Not that I wish to imply you have been sleeping on the job. No one is more deserving of a rest. And all the effort in the world would have gone to waste until... well, let's just say your hour has come again. The right man in the wrong place can make all the difference in the world. So, wake up, Mr. Freeman. Wake up and smell the ashes.