Archer: If my work spares a million mothers mourning the loss of a million sons, my conscience will rest easy.
David: Quiet, please. Make it stop.
Archer: I’m begging you. Don’t do anything rash.
Shepard: Rash? Like forcing your own brother into an experiment?
Shepard: Get ready. I wouldn’t be surprised if this button summoned a Reaper.
Halloween was yesterday. Lanigan ran around wearing spare geth parts. Spooked the shit out of everyone. Now I definitely hate him.
M-44: Geographic conditions indicate an aesthetically pleasing view nearby. Organic life forms may wish to take note.