We all see what we want to see. Coffey looks and he sees Russians. He sees hate and fear. You have to look with better eyes than that.

Hippy, you think everything is a conspiracy. Everything is.

A non-terrestrial intelligence? NTIs. Oh man, that's better than UFOs. Oh, but that works too, huh? "Underwater Flying Objects".

Life, which you so nobly serve, comes from destruction, disorder, and chaos.

Everything you create, you use to destroy.
Yeah, we call it human nature.

Do you hear that?
That is the sound of a thousand terrible things headed this way.

I have a bad feeling about this.

I beg your pardon. What do you mean I'm naked?

Don't just stand there, kill something!

I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhauser gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain. Time to die.

It's too bad she won't live! But then again, who does?

Ahh. Congratulations, Ladies. You're now bona fide pirates.

Didn't they teach you nothin'?
Just the basics, like how to stomp on little people like you.

It's always the same in the slave section. The closer we get to Mythra, the more everyone gets to thinking about being redesigned.
Redesigned?
Yeah. Castrated. Lobotomized. It's a new process. They say it doesn't hurt.
They do that to everybody in this section?
Eh, everyone except for the monk. They don't castrate clergy. Just in case.
Just in case what?
Just in case there really is a god!

I'm just here for the gasoline.

The only thing that can save us now is a MUD PIE!!!

The Evil One reigns supreme!!

How very.

Veronica, why are you pulling my dick?

I like it. It's got that it's-a-cruel-world-let's-throw-ourselves-in-the-abyss type ambience.

Run away!

Help, help, I'm being repressed!

Death awaits you all, with nasty big poiny teeth!

I'm not dead yet!

Every time I try to talk to someone it's "sorry this" and "forgive me that" and "I'm not worthy"

But you can't expect to wield supreme executive power just because some watery tart threw a sword at you!

And Saint Attila raised the hand grenade up on high, saying, "O Lord, bless this thy hand grenade, that with it thou mayst blow thine enemies to tiny bits, in thy mercy."

Wings? I don't have wings!
Of course not. You're a boy.

Yes knight, I do long for death, but... fear it.
Why? Aside from your misery, what's to lose?
My soul.

You look like a girl!
That's what I am, half-wit!

You told me it was a matter of life or death.
*DaVinci unrolls the Mona Lisa* A woman always is.

Are you flesh, or are you spirit?
I am sorrow.

The dreams of youth are the regrets of maturity.

Are you so eager to see blood flow?