Összes idézet

Peebee: The Milky Way was so… been-there-done-that…

Ryder: You must have noticed, that I kind of like joking around sometimes, lighten up the mood a littlebit… So I wanted to ask… Do you have a sense of humour?
SAM: Your father asked me, to develope this skill.
Ryder: SAM, it's not exactly a skill… okay, tell me a joke.
SAM: A neutron walks into a bar. He asks „How much is a drink?” The bartender replies: „For you, no charge”.
Ryder: Right… I think I understand why my father said to work on your humour…

*Ryder opens a sideroom, and wants to investigate*
Cora: Can't we just… move on?
Ryder: It'll be fine.
Vetra: I hate this, I hate this, I hate this…
Ryder: It's fine. We just look around, and than go.
*Ryder starts to scan things, and discovers that there are a lot of dormant robots in the room*
Ryder: It will be perfectly fine…
Vetra: Can we go now?
*Ryder scans around, opens a container, than starts to move out from the room*
Ryder: See? I told you, perfectly fine. It is fiiiine…
Cora: Oh, stop saying that damn it!

Peebee: Do the Pathfinder thing!

Liam: He was a sidekick. They die like goldfish.

*On movie night*
Cora: No acting like overacting. Even Ryder could do better.
Ryder: If I wanted to…
Kallo: Come on, show us! I'll be dead for you.
*Kallo lies down on the floor, and pretends to be close to dying*
Ryder: It's not fair! He was so young and… sa… sa… salarian! He had so much to give!
Kallo: Ryder… I can't feel… I can't feel my gall blader.
Ryder *whispering*: Do you even have a gall blader?
Kallo: Oh, no! It's worse than I thought!
Ryder: No, please! Damn you! Damn you all!
*the crew starts clapping slowly*
Cora: Let's stick with the overacting turian…

Ryder: You are pregnant? How'd that happen?
Kennedy: You know, when mommy and daddy really love each other…

As surely as the bullet rips through the victim's flesh, organ and bone, it shatters the image of the man who pulls the trigger.

Firing a gun is a binary choice. Either you pull the trigger or you don't.

„You're in a computer game, Max.”
The truth was like a green crack through my brain. Weapon statistics floating in the air, glimpsed out of the corner of my eye. the repetitious act of shooting, time slowing down to show off my moves. The paranoid feeling of someone controlling my every step. I was in a computer game. Funny as Hell, it was the most horrible thing I could think of.