Five things I fucking hate. 1. Vido Santiago 2. Fucking pansies 3. Vido Santiago 4. Claw machine games 5. Vido fucking Santiago I don't think I hate Vido enough.

If you're ever trying to make a Batarian talk, go for the eyes. Drives 'em mad. Most I've plucked out before they get chatty was two.

A gun is a negotiator. I never go anywhere without mine.

Omega is a goddamn shit hole. But there's money in it, and it sorts out the weak from the scum.

Moreau, careful there. You're going to snap a humerous. Or I suppose in your case we call it a "humorous" *laughs*

Amelia’s like the long lost result of a drunken one night stand showing up on my doorstep after twenty odd years. Melts my heart.

Couldn’t pick a better person to run the Suns.

I got goddamn thrown out of a goddamn MacDonalds for saying goddamn too goddamn much. Goddamn it. I do not say goddamn too goddamn much.

Darner fucking Vosque. I don't know what's worse; that Vido let him back in, or that the other lieutenants let him succeed Vido.

That chrome dome bastard probably wouldn't let me within 100 feet of him.

It's always the mousy ones.

Varren belly is not real bacon. Quit goddamn calling it that.

Neither is Canadian bacon. That's just fucking ham.

Goddamn shit.

Goddamn

What? I bloody sneezed.

Stupid goddamn hemhorroids.

Anything wrong with the Blue Suns can be traced back to three words. Vido Fucking Santiago.

Batarians. "Cheap labor," he said. Goddamn terrorists, I said.