"Nice thing about pack guns...when you're finished, they make nice grave markers."
"I know littering is illegal here in Westphalia blam! but I don't have time to hunt down a proper receptacle for trash like you..."
"Tallyho!! zzzzap!!! Cascade!" (any haywire equipped soldier, anywhere, and yes, this one isn't original)
"It ain't dead until you can't build a Hunter from the wreckage..."
"Revise this, northie-boy!!! blam! blam! blam!"
"Yeah, the Blitz Jager's only got one shot, but nobody wants to be the first in the line of fire..."
"You can't buy respect. But you can always buy more ammunition, so who needs respect?"
"Welcome to the Badlands. During the day, the temperature soars to 50 degrees. During the night, it plummets to minus ten. A tempest can blow out of nowhere and strip you to the bone with wind-driven sand. Water can be all but impossible to find. The good news, ladies and gentlemen, is that there are only half as many deadly, man-eating creatures here as the jungles you know and call home. What? Oh, you're from the city??"
"After four thousand kilometers of desert, sighting the enemy is a welcome break in the tedium."
"Here at Ortillery Command we have at our disposal hundred megawatt laser beams, mach 20 titanium rods and guided thermonuclear bombs. Some people say we think that we're God. We're not God. We just borrowed his 'SMITE' button for our fire control system."
"I'm sorry, but we can't fulfill your request for orbital fire support. All our spotting sattelites are currently over Ashanti..."
"Here at orbital command, we don't kill anybody. We just drop titanium bars, and gravity does the rest."
"Yesterday, we made it rain glass over the equator."
"We've never had any friendly fire incidents. One hundred twenty megawatt lasers are nobody's friend."
"So you want that nice, healthy glow...?"
"Geez, Major, what are you worried about? It's only anthrax."
"Your suit ripped? Bummer, pal, step into this booth here..."
"No, ma'am, the area isn't contaminated. The suit? Just a precaution. Please go about your normal daily business."
"Hey, sarge, are you supposed to be turning purple?"
"We don't start sweating until the needle hits the red zone...a few hundred rads won't hurt you..."
"Delivered right to your door..."
"Pinpoint accuracy? Not us. Shotgun accuracy, maybe."
"Until you've made the drop, you're just a flying firecracker."
"I came all the way from Port Oasis and all I get to shoot at is this?"
"I GOT TOoo....ooONE!"
"So I figured 'what the hell?' and took a chance on the shot."
"They figure I can go dollar to dollar against my target and come out on top. Wait... did they say Aller?"
"So maybe my Target Designator's for real and it's got your ass tagged a bright cherry red, or maybe it's not really a target designator bulge at all... the question is... do you feel lucky?"
"What can you get for ten cents and an Armored Hunter?... A pay toilet."
"It ain't over till the Den Mother Singes."