Összes idézet

Umberto Robina: Anyway, I wanted to tell you, me and Papi, to us, you Cuban. You have proved yourself, man. You got big cojones.
Tommy Vercetti: Well thank you, Umberto. Nobody's said that to me since I left jail.

Tommy Vercetti: (carjacking) Just think of this as socialism in action.

Tommy Angelo: I think it's important to keep a balance in things. Yeah, balance, that's the right word. Cause the guy who wants too much risks losing absolutely everything. Of course, the one who wants too little from life might not get anything at all.

Master Vandar Tokare: (reciting the Jedi Code) There is no emotion; there is peace. There is no ignorance; there is knowledge. There is no passion; there is serenity. There is no chaos; there is harmony. There is no death; there is the Force.

HK-47: Exclamation: Damn it, master! I am an assassination droid, not a dictionary!

HK-47: Statement: HK-47 is ready to serve, master.
Protagonist: You don't need to call me master, you know.
HK-47: Query: Don't I? I was under the assumption that organic meatbags such as yourself enjoyed such forms of address.
Protagonist: „Organic meatbags”?
HK-47: Retraction: Did I say that out loud? I apologize, master. While you are a meatbag, I suppose I should not call you as such.
Protagonist: You just called me a meatbag again!
HK-47: Explanation: It's just that… you have all these squishy parts, master. And all that water! How the constant sloshing doesn't drive you mad, I have no idea…
Protagonist: Neither do I, come to think of it…
HK-47: Statement: Now do you understand the travails of my existence, master? Surely it does not compare to your existence, but still…
Protagonist: I survive. Somehow.
HK-47: Commentary: As do I. It is our lot in life, I suppose, master. Shall we find something to kill to cheer ourselves up?

First guard (in a drunk voice): Hey, I'm going to the Bear Pits tomorrow. Ya wanna come with?
Second guard: T-uh! Couldn't pay me enough!
First guard: Whaaat? You soft-belly! The bears have got these new muzzles with underslung cheek spikes. Last time I was there, (almost laughing) there was a real eye-gouging.
Second guard: Nah, nah! It makes me sick! When I was a kid--
First guard: Huh! Surprised you're even in this job…. (Falsetto) 'Oo the blood, it just turns my poor tummy!'
Second guard: Shut up, you taffer! You want blood? You should've been there years ago. Tell ya…the bears then? They were something to see. Those bears, they didn't need no cheek-spikes and razor collars, and paw hooks, and all that knifery you straps to 'em now!
First guard: No paw-hooks? What'd they do? Just bump into each other?
Second guard: Huh! Naaah! The bears back then, they had claws as long as your finger! And wicked teeth!
First guard: Bears? Yer taffing me! They look pretty mangy harmless, long as they're not wearing harness.
Second guard: That's why I can't stand the Pits now! You don't know what you've missed. They just don't make bears like they used to…
First guard: Whoa…. Killer bears. Woulda liked to see that…