Dr. Isaac Kleiner: We can't leave without Lamarr. She's around here somewhere...
Alyx Vance: Come on, Dr. Kleiner. We can find you another pet headcrab.
Dr. Isaac Kleiner: No! There's only one Hedy!

Well, Gordon, I see your HEV Suit still fits you like a glove. At least, the glove parts do.

Man of few words, aren't you?

Great job, Gordon! Throwing that switch and all, I can see your MIT education really pays for itself.

Dr. Eli Vance: A-hem! Alyx, why don't you take Gordon along and give him some practice with the Gravity Gun?
Alyx Vance: Sure. C'mon, Gordon. Let's go have some fun.
Dr. Judith Mossman: The Zero Point Energy Field Manipulator is not a toy, Alyx.
Alyx Vance: Ugh, let's get outta here.

Welcome. Welcome, to City 17. You have chosen, or been chosen, to relocate to one of our finest remaining urban centers. I thought so much of City 17, that I elected to establish my administration, here, in the citadel, so thoughtfully provided by our benefactors. I am proud to call City 17 my home. And so, whether you are here to stay, or passing through to parts unknown, welcome, to City 17. It's safer here.

Never fear, Gordon, she's de-beaked and completely harmless. The worst she might do is attempt to couple with your head. Fruitlessly!

Rather than offer you the illusion of free choice, I will take the liberty of choosing for you... if and when your time comes round again. I do apologize for what must seem to you an arbitrary imposition, Dr. Freeman. I trust it will all make sense to you in the course of... well... I'm really not at liberty to say. In the meantime... this is where I get off.

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.