Are you man enough to fight with me?
We impose order on the chaos of organic evolution. You exist because we allow it, and you will end because we demand it.
Why did I move here? I guess it was the weather.
To know you are close to the end is kind of a freedom.
Player: "No machine should have free will."
Nick Valentine: "Why? You jealous you had to turn yours in?"
So a ghoul walks into a bar...
Bartender says: "We don't serve any ghouls here."
Ghoul says: "That's fine. Is the human fresh?"
The Railroad? Aren't they busy liberating vending machines and saving computers?
Danse: "Keep away from me, you filthy ghoul."
Hancock: "Don't flatter yourself, crew cut. You ain't my type."
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.
This is all much more exciting than domestic life I assure you!
Even at the worst of times, things aren't so bad when you're around, sir/mum.
The past, the present and the future walked into a bar. It was tense.
One of the joys of top notch taste receptors is getting to enjoy the full flavour without the nasty hangover.
Anything that can kill a man, I sell. Except suicidal depression.That is unfortunately not packageable.
Each weapon tested on someone who deserved it.