I WANT YOU TO BLOW UP ... THE OCEAN!
Bacon is for sycophants and products of incest.
I HAVE THE SHINIEST MEATBICYCLE
BLAKE! WHERE'S THE BLOODY VIOLIN?!
Wait a minute...! Well, hang me upside down from a telephone pole, cover me in honey, and leave me to a slow death at the hands of hungry spiderants - you ain't no Hyperion robot, you're a Vault Hunter! That's like a unicorn!
Ow! Oh c’mon! Alright, I’m sorry! I’ll never say nothin’ douchey again, I promise… B I T C H!
I think I've got turbo-cancer. No biggie.
Ya I know I should of got the sponsers set up ahead of time but I was too busy suplexing a shark wearing a bolo tie. Your probally wondering who was wearing the bolo tie. Answer: YES!!!
Hey! How -- ah, these pretzels suck… So, how’s your day been, buddy?
Moxxi, I'm surprised you're not bright orange because that body is LEGENDARY.
See, this is what I don't get about you bad guys. You know the hero's gonna win, but you just don't die quickly - man uhh.. Example: This one guy in New Haven, right? City's burning, people are dying left and right, yaddy yaddy yadda. This jackhole rushes me with a spoon. A fricking spoon. And I'm dying laughing. So I scoop out his eyeballs with it, and his kids are all, "aghhhhh!,” and he can't see where's he going, he's bumping into stuff and I, ah... I dunno maybe you had to be there. Anyway, the moral is: you're a total b i t c h.
We at the Torgue Corporation sincerely believe this is F U C K I N G AWESOME!!
Before you can enter the tournament, you must digitally sign our legal waiver.
Just kidding! F U C K THE LEGAL WAIVER! You're in TORGUE LAND now, sucker!
Ladies and gentlemen, it looks like our next combatant has arrived! Does the Vault Hunter have what it takes to survive the Appetite for Destruction round? I think we all know the answer: MAAAAYBEEE!
Also, you should treat Moxxi nice! NOTHING IS MORE BADASS THAN TREATING A WOMAN WITH RESPECT!
BIG DEAL. I CAN USE INNUENDO TOO. TONIGHT'S FIGHT IS BETWEEN FLYBOY AND THE VAULT HUNTER...B L O W J O B S!
THAT SENTENCE HAD TOO MANY SYLLABLES! APOLOGIZE!
Earl's crazy. He ate one of my cars once. Yeah. The whole thing. Just like, with a fork.
ADIÓS P E N D E J O S!!!
VÁMONOS, P U T A S!
And we kill Jack, his associates, his friends, his FAMILY -- EVERYONE HE'S EVER MET! WE SKIN 'EM WITH THEIR OWN GOD D A M N TEETH!
I'm gonna kill you and make sandwiches out of your corpse!
THE VAULT'S OPENING! IT'S TIME FOR A LOOTSPLOSION! SQUEEDLYBAMBLYFEEDLYMEEDLYYMOWWWWWWW
Alrights, boys: Fight like badasses, or die like b i t c h e s!
So, then: we have no plan, no working ship, no leader, and A SODA CAN ON THE VAULT KEY!
Keep yer damn feet of the damn car! Who are you, my mother?! Get off my case. Oh, I'll be your mama alright! What does that even mean? It don't haf to mean NOTHIN'! This is MY HOUSE!
Yer nothin' but a capitalist pig-dog! That's the nicest thing you ever said to me!
Where'd you put the cheese grater?! We don't even HAVE any cheese! That's aside the point!