Grunt: I don’t remember anything after I ate the lamp.
Shepard: Good luck.
Grunt: I don’t need luck! I have ammo.
Shepard: I will not tolerate outbursts on my ship. Get a hold of yourself!
Grunt: I’m trying!
Grunt: Thank you, Shepard. You gave me purpose. Now let’s find something big to kill.
Grunt: Ha! See, now we’re having fun. Me remembering good deaths, and you with your… funny human thing you’re doing.
Grunt: Shepard is my battlemaster. [Shepard] has no match.