I have no heart to give to Death. Perhaps, I'll give her the hearts of others. Yes, one-thousand should do it.
Some days, you are the Hunt; some days, you are the hunted.
Let’s see if my knife fits in your skull.
I am neither man nor woman, but both deserve more respect than you do.
I have no interests in cooked flesh. The chef’s life is not for me.
Opening up a finely aged cask of whoop-ass.
UWULR HUWURR UWAARRRLARLRRLWAAA!
Can't think of anything I want dead right now. I'm sure I'll think of somethin', though.
Of all my Slabs, I gotta say, you're the least insane. Wish I coulda formed an army to fight Jack that didn't consist of lunatics and idiots, but hey. You play the cards you're dealt. Most of my cards just happen to have blood on 'em.
Man, I haven't been to Sanctuary since Roland kicked my ass out a few years back. It's lookin' nice. From where we're standin', you can see the spot where I ripped that snitch in half. Looks like they did a pretty good job cleanin' up the blood.
You know, I gotta come up with a title for you -- a rank, maybe. Somethin' to differentiate you from the other Slabs. How about... Super-Badass? Or, no, wait... Lord of Asskickery? I dunno. Somethin'll come to me.
Hi, you've reached Rhys Strongfork, CEO and wartime general of Atlas corporation. Quick question: who the hell is this and how did you get on my secure line?!
Oh, you're here. Awesome. Zer0, let them in. Zer0? You here buddy? Open up the door. Great, now Zer0's missing. I guess I'll buzz you in myself, since the CEO has to do ALL the work around here!
Science cannot tell us everything. But it does separate humankind from beasts and music enthusiasts.
When you see Claptrap next, please let him know that none of my laboratory equipment has any interest in him romantically.