Zaeed: Hell of a shot!
From: Mass Effect 2
Archer: If my work spares a million mothers mourning the loss of a million sons, my conscience will rest easy.
Enyala: Come on, Niket; let’s finish this bitch off and get out of here.
Miranda: Take your best shot.
Enyala: I was just waiting for you to finish getting dressed. Or does Cerberus really let you whore around in that outfit?
Jack: I like her. Are we still recruiting?
Udina: Do the words ”political shitstorm” mean anything to you?
Zaeed: Shepard, I was just waxxin’ goddamn nostalgic.
Shadow Broker: It’s pointless to challenge me, asari. I know your every secret, while you fumble in the dark.
Liara: Is that right? You’re a yahg, a pre-spaceflight species that was quarantined to their homeworld for massacring the Council’s first contact teams. This base is older than your planet’s discovery, so I’m guessing you killed the original Shadow Broker 60 years ago, then took his place. I’m guessing that you were taken from your homeworld by a trophy hunter who wanted a slave or a pet. How am I doing?
Zaeed: You smoke Shepard? Don’t. That stuff’ll kill you.
Shepard: Are you part of Pitne For’s trade group?
Niftu Cal: When I was mortal, I worked for Pitne. The poor soul is probably terrified that I have not returned.
Legion: Pitne For has not reported your absence. His goal was departure. Pitne For places greater value on material goods than companions.
Niftu Cal: I shall toss Wasea about like a rag doll!
Legion: His operating system is unstable. He will fail.
Shadow Broker: You travel with fascinating companions, Doctor. It’s good you brought Archangel, T’Soni. Your friend’s bounty is still unclaimed.
Zaeed: Rage is a hell of an anesthetic.
Tali: After time adrift among open stars, along tides of light and through shoals of dust, I will return to where I began.
Shadow Broker: Here for the drell? Reckless, even for you Commander.
Harbinger: We are Harbinger of your perfection.
David: Quiet, please. Make it stop.