And that being the case, and since you, Captain, are invading our country by night, under cover of darkness, and I am a humble civilian, I think there's no rule to stop me from beating seven kinds of crap out of you until you tell me why you came here and when the rest of your mates are going to arrive. And that may take some time, sir, because up until now I have only discovered five types of crap.

GM: Why on earth would you want his pants?
Rogue: I don't want them, I just want to see if I can steal them.
GM: Okay, Make your roll.
Rogue: *rolls*
GM: You now have his pants.

A towel, it says, is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitchhiker can have.

It's only an Ancient Green Dragon, guys, we can take it!

One point twenty-one gigawatts?! What was I thinking?

He wasn't gonna' bite you!

If you're going through hell, keep going.

Alright you primitive screwheads, listen up! You see this? This…is my BOOMSTICK! It's a 12 gauge double barreled Remington, S-mart's top of the line...you can find this in the sporting goods department...that's right, this sweet baby was made in Grand Rapids, Michigan, retails for about $109.95, got a walnut stock, cobalt blue steel, and a hair trigger.

...You take a bunch of people who don't seem much different from you and me, but when you add them together you get this sort of huge raving maniac with national borders and an anthem

You've heard of the missing link between humans and apes, well this tank will be the missing link between artillery and infantry -- a sort of 'Metal Gear'

I dunno. I was just looking at it and I suddenly got this urge to get inside. No, not just an urge - more than that. It was my destiny to be here; in the box.

"There's nothing more important to a soldier than his eyes; you made him and now you can un-make him!"