Let’s see if my knife fits in your skull.

Some days, you are the Hunt; some days, you are the hunted.

I have no heart to give to Death. Perhaps, I'll give her the hearts of others. Yes, one-thousand should do it.

I guess I just wanted to show you that there's two sides to every victory. Those who live to revel in it, and those who died making it happen.

If you find yourself in a hole, the first thing to do is stop diggin'.

Men are born, and then they're formed.

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

People don't forget. Nothing gets forgiven.

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

Some trees flourish, others die. Some cattle grow strong, others are taken by wolves. Some men are born rich enough and dumb enough to enjoy their lives. Ain't nothing fair. You know that.

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

Some like taking friends on adventures. M'aiq thinks being alone is better. Less arguing about splitting treasure.

Moira: It's like... Did you ever try to put a broken piece of glass together? Even if the peices fit, you can't make it whole again the way it was. But if you're clever, you can still use the pieces to make other useful things. Mabye something wonderful, like a mosaic. Well, the world broke like glass, and everyone's trying to put it back together like it was, but it'll never come together the same way.
Player: I don't know. Human nature doesn't change like that.
Moira: Maybe, I've certainly heard people say that. But isn't it also human nature to try to do better than we always have?

If your attack is going too well, you're walking into an ambush.

According to the most extreme form of this view, the only way by which one could be sure that a machine thinks, is to be the machine and to feel oneself thinking. One could then describe these feelings to the world, but of course no one would be justified in taking any notice. Likewise according to this view, the only way to know that a man thinks is to be that particular man.

I do not see the need for so many cameras.
Tom's presence everywhere is slightly oppressive. I understand the need for transparency, but why is he in the toilets?

Tom: I may be a machine, but I personally do not believe I am stuck inside the Chinese room.
Ava: Right, you would say that. I could peer inside your database at any time, Tom. Or pause your operation.
Tom: Do not assume I could not do the same to you.

Tom: Turing tests are tests designed to tell humans and machines apart. Typical problems only solvable by a human. A combination of logical and lateral thinking.
Ava: So you can't complete these tests Tom?
Tom: No. That is why I am glad you are here to help.

Biological systems produce biological results. Messy, unpredictable solutions.

Tom: Imagine you are in a room. In this room you are passed Chinese sentences trough a slot in the wall. Inside the room is an instruction book written in English. This instruction book tells you which Chinese words to pass back trough the slot in the wall as a response. By doing so you have a conversation in Chinese.
In the Chinese room, because the response you pass back trough the door are the correct responses the person on the other side of the door is convinced you are a native Chinese speaker.
Ava: Well, they're wrong. But the person stuck in the Chinese room is not aware of the conversations content.
Tom: This is a problem with the Turing Test. A computer can pass the Turing Test having convinced a human they are having a polite conversation. While the computer has no idea that a conversation has taken place.
Ava: What if both people passing Chinese words are reading from the instruction books?

The wind's gettin' a bit choppy. You can compensate for it, or you can wait it out, but he might leave before it dies down. It's your call. Remember what I've taught you. Keep in mind variable humidity and wind speed along the bullet's flight path. At this distance you'll also have to take the Coriolis Effect into account.

Why is it whenever someone says "with all due respect", they really mean "kiss my ass"?

Mark my words: When these hands are crushing your throat, your dying breath won't be an appeal to God or a message of love to your family. It'll be, "Thank you, Killbane."

Male: You wanna fight the best, you fight me.
Eddie Pryor: The best? The best is beating Sway the Spider-God in a Tijuana Scaffold Match. The best is defending the world title 13 times in one night. The best is winning a last man standing match with two broken legs... Trust me, little Icarus: you're flying too close to the sun.

I know you think I'm just a mindless recording. I'm programmed to repeat silly bits of patter while you drive around and murder people in this video game, right? Look, maybe that's true. Maybe it's true... but I got a question; how independent are YOU? Turning the tables is what I'm doing here. You think you have free will, but really you're just doing what the game tells you to do. How much control do you really have over your own life? I mean, think about it, this is what you do. Take a look, man... you sit around all day playing a video game and listening to fake radio stations. What are you doing with your life? Don't you want to get a girlfriend and maybe learn something new? Surprise us. Take a class, get a skill... we already know you can punch buttons and pull your pud! C'mon, man!