Ordinarily, I wouldn't contemplate them... but these are extraordinary times.

Time, Dr. Freeman? Is it really that time again? It seems as if you only just arrived. You've done a great deal in a small time span. You've done so well, in fact, that I've received some interesting offers for your services.

Rise and shine, Mister 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, Mister Freeman. Wake up and... smell the ashes...

Sharon spilled coffee on my new shirt while we were in the lounge this morning. I told her it was fine and we had a good laugh about the whole thing. If she does it again I'll stab her in the fucking throat with my pen.
She's a good kid.

I survived because the fire inside me burned brighter than the fire around me.

Player: I'm going to replace all your memories with pictures of cats. Meow.
DiMA: Well, I suppose that would certainly make remembering some of my darker hours more... fuzzy.

"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."

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.

God took a rest day on the 7th, but we don't! 7 days of work all the time!

The road to Hell is paved - by Argent energy.

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

Weaponizing deamons. For a brighter tomorrow!

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

The curse of much knowledge is often indecision.

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

I've got a weapon for every situation. Hunting, protection, cold blooded murder, HOT blooded murder.

Each weapon tested on someone who deserved it.

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

One of the joys of top notch taste receptors is getting to enjoy the full flavour without the nasty hangover.

The past, the present and the future walked into a bar. It was tense.

Even at the worst of times, things aren't so bad when you're around, sir/mum.

This is all much more exciting than domestic life I assure you!

We don't have to dream we are important. We are.

Truth is, the game was rigged from the start.