It's like uncle Estevez always said - "If you gotta choose between your ride and savin' someone else's life, always choose the ride."

Assisting a human to the best of my abilities only affords a 25 percent survival rate. That means there's a 75 percent chance that despite my efforts, the human I'm assisting will die from something beyond my control. Therefore it's better to hasten the human's death and put them out of their likely chance of misery than to deplete my limited time.

The Mechanist instructed me to seek out and help the people of the Commonwealth. By my calculations, the easiest way to help a human is simply to destroy it. There's no point in prolonging a laughably fragile life.

Eli Vance: Ah, Gordon. Here you are. We just sent the sample down to the test chamber.
Scientist 2: We boosted the anti-mass spectrometer 105 percent. Bit of a gamble, but we need the extra resolution.
Scientist 3: The administrator is very concerned that we get a conclusive analysis of today's sample. I gather they went to some length to get it.
Eli Vance: They're waiting for you Gordon, in the test chamber.

I'm a well-dressed maniac!

Swap meat for chrome, live a BD fantasy, whatever, but at the end of it all, it's the code you live by that defines who you are.

I sit in my cubicle, here on the motherworld. When I die, they will put my body in a box, and dispose of it in the cold ground. And in all the million ages to come, I will never breathe, or laugh, or twitch again. So won't you run and play with me here among the teeming mass of humanity? The universe has spared us this moment.

Time passes, people move. Like a river's flow, it never ends. A childish mind will turn to noble ambition.

Grove Street. Home. At least it used to be until I fucked everything up.

Part of growing up is doing what's best for the people you care about, even if sometimes, that means hurting someone else.

Bullets don't distinguish between tough and weak.

Where's everyone going? Bingo?

Well, that way you'd kill two souls. Is that what you want?

V: What is the sound of one hand clapping?
Zen Master: That depends - is someone clapping with you?

Oh V, V... got no sense of reverence... Expect if you found the goddamn Holy Grail, you'd fill it with caramel and Pop-Turds.