Wrex: Speak when spoken to, Uvenk. I’ll drag your clan to glory whether it likes it or not.
During: Loyalty: Grunt
Shepard: I will not tolerate outbursts on my ship. Get a hold of yourself!
Grunt: I’m trying!
Shepard: Call me princess again and you’ll be picking your teeth up off the floor.
Grunt: Shepard is my battlemaster. [Shepard] has no match.
Mordin: Ah, puberty ritual. Common among species with hormone-driven reproductive urges.
Wrex: Now, Shepard. What brings you here? How’s the Normandy?
Shepard: Destroyed in a Collector surprise attack. I ended up spaced.
Wrex: Well, you look good. Ah, the benefits of a redundant nervous system!
Shepard: Yeah, humans don’t have that.
Wrex: Oh. It must’ve been painful, then. But you’re standing here, and you’ve got a strong new ship. Takes me back to the old days. Us against the unknown, killing it with big guns. Good times.