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The unplanned organism is a question asked by nature and answered by death. You are a different kind of question, with a different kind of answer.
God was a dream of good government.
When due process fails us, we really do live in a world of terror.
I'm not big into books.
A few bureaucrats in New York can't make good decisions for New Jersey, let alone Paris or a village in China.
Somehow the notion of unalienable liberty got lost. It's really become a question of what liberties will the state assign to individuals or rather, what liberties we will have the strength to cling to.
What good's an honest soldier if he can be ordered to behave like a terrorist?
A bomb's a bad choice for close-range combat.
Every war is the result of a difference of opinion. Maybe the biggest questions can only be answered by the greatest of conflicts.
Again they ignore me. Again they think they have a better punishment for a traitor than a shotgun to the head.
You are a small, prowling mouse... and dumb like a mouse! You keep coming, like you forget about Agent Navarre. I remember Agent Navarre. I remember for everyone.
I see you, a thief on the roof. My new satellite link has both infrared and the x-ray spectrum. I see your heart beating. I see you are afraid.
Bob Page: Already I'm more than human. Soon, I will be pure light! Pure energy! Helios and I! I will burn like the brightest star.
A pistol is more than adequate. Hell, I dispatched a whole platoon one time with a pocket knife.
Let's get one thing straight: we've got our share of crooked bureaucrats -- fact -- but this is still UNATCO, and by and large the people in this building are twenty-four carat gold.
Go ahead! Blow this place sky-high... You might get rid of ME, but you'll take down Aquinas, the power grid, the whole electronic infrastructure. Is that what you want? Are you completely nuts?
You can't run, Denton. Even if you escape, your killswitch is counting down. You'll be dead in twenty-three hours. Another fifty billion dollars down the drain.
Anna Navarre: Are you sure you pressed the right button?
Anna Navarre: Don't tell me you're going to wear those sunglasses during a night operation.
Walton Simons: You take another step forward and here I am again, like your own reflection in a hall of mirrors.
Anna Navarre: We had such hopes for you and your brother. It appears you are not as loyal as we expected.
I order you to stand in the spotlight and growl at the women like a dog who needs a master.
In the end, all sins are forgiven. Even yours.
But I don't see how these days you could have a game with anything near as much depth and complexity as Deus Ex 1. And before all you people who like The Witcher 2 start pounding your keyboard so hard that it starts snowing Cheeto dust, I meant the kind of complexity that I like. A plot where people can reference philosophy and G. K. Chesterton in really, really bad accents, and it has intuitive inventory sorting, and a health system where you can get all your arms and legs blown off and have to slither over to a health station using only your lips.
It's not the end of the world...but you can see it from here.
Bob Page: Your appointment with FEMA should be finalized within the week. I've already discussed the matter with the Senator.
What a Shame
Jock: Oh my God! JC! A bomb!
Helios Ending Dialog
JC Denton: I've done what you asked, Now what?
UNATCO Trooper 1: "Don't you know what a philanthropist is?"