Oleg Petrovsky: And so it begins.
Overheard in: Omega
Mordin: Life is a negotiation. We all want. We all give to get what we want.
Garrus: Over the years I’ve gotten used to the smell of burning bodies. That’s probably a bad sign.
Mad Prophet: Humans are a blight on galactic purity. You sir! You are a blight! And you! And you, human. And you!
Garrus: A quarantine zone for a plague that kills turians. Why don’t we ever go anywhere nice?
Commander Shepard: Just once I’d like to ask someone for help and hear them say, “Sure. Let’s go. Right now. No strings attached.”
Aria T’Loak: I’m the boss, CEO, queen if you’re feeling dramatic. It doesn’t matter. Omega has no titled ruler and only one rule. Don’t fuck with Aria.
Samara: Find peace in the embrace of the goddess.
Garrus: Just keeping my skills sharp. A little target practice.
Mordin: Lots of ways to help people. Sometimes heal patients. Sometimes execute dangerous people. Either way helps.
Batarian: Human nobility. I didn’t know such a thing existed.
Shepard: Stealing from the dead, that’s pretty low.
Refugee: Wait, you’re stopping me but not them? You son of a bitch!
District Guard: You don’t have a grenade launcher, lady. Get lost.
Shepard: What if you and I make a deal? You let him set his own prices, and I won’t break your legs.
Harrot: With barely contained terror: You drive a hard bargain, human.
Shepard: I haven’t even started.