Mordin: Flammable! Or inflammable! Forget which! Doesn’t matter!
Character: Mordin Solus
Eve: I should consider him an enemy. Yet I think seeing my sisters and I changed something in him.
Mordin: Asari-vorcha offspring have an allergy to dairy, and… da-di-di-dee-di-doo-doo-doo-
Shepard: Well it wasn’t his ear.
Mordin: Life is a negotiation. We all want. We all give to get what we want.
Mordin: Certainly possible. Would require strengthening exercises. Get muscles to support weaker bone structure.
Joker: Right. Yeah, I can do that.
Mordin: Alloy of EDI’s body not like organic tissue. Could cause unintentional damage. Recommend pillows, cushions, possibly gel packs.
Joker: Okay, that’s a little weirder, but… yeah alright. Cushions.
Mordin: Positioning critical to success. Could forward EDI charts, videos with relevant data.
Joker: No, no no! Let’s uh… EDI’s pretty busy with, you know, stuff. Let’s… uh send that to me. You’re not gonna tell anyone about this, right? Like Shepard? Shepard doesn’t really need to know.
Mordin: Guarantee Shepard won’t learn about it from me.
Joker: She’s standing right there, isn’t she?
Mordin: Would have liked to run tests on the seashells.
Mordin: Might go somewhere sunny. Sit on beach, look at ocean, collect seashells.
Shepard: You’d go crazy inside an hour.
Mordin: Might run tests on seashells.
Mordin: Females were obviously dying. Barbaric experiments. Maelon’s fault. My responsibility to fix. Need to save them. No more… No more dead.
Mordin: Have killed many, Shepard. Many methods. Gunfire, knives, drugs, tech attacks, once with farming equipment. But not with medicine.
Mordin: Aware that you come by a great deal. Have had other species become attracted to me before. Awkward. Not interested.
Shepard: Wait a minute, Mordin. You’re just yanking me around, aren’t you?
Mordin: Shocking suggestion! Doctor-patient confidentiality a sacred trust. Would never dream of mockery. Enjoy yourself while possible, Shepard. Will be here, studying cell reproduction. Much simpler. Less alcohol and mood music required.
Shepard: I’m sorry, I know that was important, but… You performed Gilbert and Sullivan?
Mordin: I am the very model of a scientist salarian, I’ve studied species turian, asari, and batarian. I’m quite good at genetics (as a subset of biology) because I am an expert (which I know is a tautology). My xenoscience studies range from urban to agrarian, I am the very model of a scientist salarian.
Mordin: Ah, puberty ritual. Common among species with hormone-driven reproductive urges.
Mordin: Some other time. About to test new bio-weapon. Not on us, of course. Didn’t think I had to specify, but Joker got nervous.
Mordin: Perhaps later. Trying to determine how scale-itch got onto Normandy. Sexually-transmitted disease. Only carried by varren. Implications unpleasant.
Mordin: Later, better. Think I’ve cured Joker’s condition. Simple treatment would… No, no, no, no. Would cause liver failure. Nevermind. Start from scratch.