Metal Gear Solid 2: Sons of Liberty (2001 Video Game)
Colonel: I hear it's amazing when the famous purple stuffed worm in flap-jaw space with the tuning fork does a raw blink on Hara-Kiri Rock. I need scissors! 61!
Solid Snake: We can tell other people about - having faith. What we had faith in. What we found important enough to fight for. It's not whether you were right or wrong, but how much faith you were willing to have, that decides the future.
Solid Snake: Find something to believe in, and find it for yourself. When you do, pass it on to the future.
Raiden: Believe in what?
Solid Snake: That's your problem.
[When the player equips a cardboard box]
Iroquois Pliskin: The cardboard box that you have is ideal for fooling your enemies. It's a very important tool for infiltration missions.
Iroquois Pliskin: Of course. I can't begin to count the number of agents whose lives were saved by a cardboard box...
Raiden: You mean everyone's using them?
Iroquois Pliskin: Look, I'm not exaggerating when I say the success of your mission hinges on how you use that cardboard box. But in the end, a cardboard box is only made of paper. Handle it with care or it won't be of much use to you. Don't think of it as just another box. Treat it with love... Don't be rough. Okay?
President Johnson: Even if a pawn becomes a queen, it is still just a playing piece...
Colonel: Actually, I am in really bad shape financially. I pay money to my ex-wife as part of our divorce settlement, among other bills... I just had no choice but to make you pay for lunch the other day. I'm really sorry.
Solid Snake: Building the future and keeping the past alive are one in the same thing.
Revolver Ocelot: Excellent speech my friend! Gift of the silver tongue. They say it's the mark of a good officer... and of a liar! Americans are too in love with the sound of their own voice to speak the truth!
Otacon: What are you doing? How can you shoot someone who's unconscious? What are you, some kind of monster?
Solidus Snake: Jack, listen to me. We're all born with an expiration date. No one lasts forever. Life is nothing but a grace period - for turning our genetic material into the next generation. The data of life is transferred from parent to child. That's how it works. But we have no heirs, no legacy. Cloned from our father, with the ability to reproduce conveniently engineered out. What is our legacy if we cannot pass the torch? Proof of our existence - a mark of some sort. When the torch is passed on from parent to child... it extends beyond DNA; information is imparted as well. All I want is to be remembered. By other people, by history.
Solid Snake: If you run out of ammo, you can have mine.
Raiden: You got enough?
Solid Snake: [points to his bandanna] Absolutely. Infinite ammo.
Solidus Snake: The world has room for only one big boss!
Solid Snake: We've inherited freedom from all those who have fought for it.
[Solid Snake hides in a locker]
Solid Snake: This reminds me of when we first met.
Otacon: I was the one inside the locker that time. We're equal now, huh?
Solid Snake: Not unless I wet my pants.
Otacon: That's a low blow, Snake.
[Raiden loses all of his gear and is forced to sneak around in the nude]
Colonel: Raiden, you won't be able to Hang, throw, or chokehold anyone in your current state.
Raiden: Why not?
Colonel: Is it really necessary to ask? It's just not a good idea to perform those maneuvers. There could be... complications.
Rose: Oh really, Jack. Do we have to spell it out for you? Really!
[Examining Emma's Policenauts poster]
Raiden: What kind of a dork brings all this stuff to work? Must be a super freak!
Colonel: I was a North American Fall Webworm in my past life. Those were the good old days... What were you in your former life?
Pliskin: Fatman. Supposedly he's nicknamed after an atomic bomb, but to me he's just a Fat Man. Something straight out of a sideshow.
President Johnson: Without free will, there's no difference between submission and rebellion.
Liquid Snake: There's room for only one Snake, and one Big Boss!
Otacon: As for the equipment... Hey! Snake! Cigarettes? What's wrong with you?
Solid Snake: It's kind of a lucky charm.
[when Raiden is naked trying to find Snake]
Solid Snake: Amazing how you walk around like that.
[to Snake and Solidus]
Liquid Snake: But before I go, I have a family matter to settle with both of you.
Solidus Snake: The data of life is transferred from parent to child. That's how it works. But we have no heirs, no legacy. Cloned from our father, with the ability to reproduce conveniently engineered out. What is our legacy if we cannot pass the torch?
Solid Snake: [reciting Grey Fox's last words] "We're not tools of the government, or anyone else. Fighting was the only thing I was good at, but at least I fought for what I believe in."
Solid Snake: We don't use guns to take people down, and we're not here to help some politician either.
Raiden: What are you and Otacon fighting for?
Solid Snake: A future.
Colonel: To begin with, we're not what you'd call "human." Over the past 200 years, a consciousness appeared layer by layer at the crucible of the White House. It's not unlike life started in the oceans four billion years ago. The White House was our primordial soup, a base of evolution. We are formless. We are the very discipline and morality that Americans invoke so often. How can anyone hope to eliminate us? As long as this nation exists, so will we.
Raiden: Cut the crap! If you're immortal, why would you take away individual freedoms and censor the Net?
Rose: Jack, don't be silly.
Colonel: Don't you know that our plans have your interests - not ours - in mind?
Raiden: People will remember only the good part, the right part about what you did.
Solid Snake: There's nothing right part in murder, not ever.
Emma: I won't be adding... another page to our family's dark... history.
Colonel: So, Jack The Ripper. Will it be Solidus, the Patriots' creation, or Raiden, Solidus' creation? Our beloved monsters. Enjoy yourselves.
Revolver Ocelot: You were hamming it up as the tragic heroine, thanks to the script the Patriots wrote for you. It was pure self-indulgence - you couldn't get enough of the drama.
Otacon: Another Chinese proverb: "Those who look to the Heavens prosper, those who defy it are no more." Do you know this one? The meaning here is - hold on a sec - that you can only survive as long as you're a part of the natural order of things. You remember pre-ripped jeans? Manufacturers thought that just because people loved old, broken-in jeans, they would want to buy new jeans that looked old. So they purposefully...
Solid Snake: What do jeans have to do with nature and order?
[When the player equips an enemy uniform]
Colonel: Raiden, don't act in any way that will excite the enemy's suspicion. A perfect disguise can be ruined by a single odd behavior. Be careful. If you make physical contact with the enemy while in disguise, the disguise will be deselected.
Rose: That uniform's probably not even close to your size.
Raiden: Yeah, to tell you the truth, it feels pretty tight.
Colonel: It's probably a better fit for Rosemary here than you.
[Raiden lies unconscious on the examination table]
Solidus Snake: Is he still alive?
Revolver Ocelot: He was when Olga brought him in. I've checked everything, including the Genome data, but there's nothing on this guy; NSA, CIA, FBI, he doesn't exist in any database. He's a non-existent operative from a non-existent organization.
Solidus Snake: I suspected as much. However, I know this man.
Revolver Ocelot: [shocked] Hm?
Solidus Snake: Wake him up.
[the examination table tilts forward, bringing Raiden face-to-face with Solidus and Ocelot]
Solidus Snake: It's been a while hasn't it, Jack the Ripper?
Revolver Ocelot: You know this fellow?
Solidus Snake: You remember me, don't you? You've grown.
Solidus Snake: [snags Raiden's head with one of his mechanical arms and begins scanning] High concentration of cerebral implants. Have they altered your memory too?
[Raiden chokes and screams as Solidus scans him]
Solidus Snake: This is my son, I taught him everything I know.
[Solidus looks up in nostalgia]
Solidus Snake: Jack, I thought I'd never see you again.
Raiden: You... know me?
Solidus Snake: You don't remember? Your name, your skills, everything you know you learned from me.
Solidus Snake: [cuts to flashbacks while Solidus narrates] The 80s... the civil war... you were one of the best amongst the child soldiers that fought in that conflict. When you were barely ten years old, you became the platoon leader of the "Small Boy" unit. At the time, your outstanding kill record earned you several nicknames including "White Devil" and "Jack the Ripper." Jack, I was your godfather, I named you. When the war ended, you disappeared from the relief center. I wondered what happened to you, but I should have known they would recruit you!
Revolver Ocelot: [cuts back to present day] It's an interesting coincidence.
Solidus Snake: If he's a lackey for the Patriots, I doubt he knows anything of interest.
Revolver Ocelot: What shall we do with him?
Solidus Snake: We'll use him like you suggested.
Revolver Ocelot: What about Dead Cell?
Solidus Snake: ...Ignore them.
Peter Stillman: Bomb Disposal Is a face off with your own mortality. Don't let the fear get to you. When you give in to the fear, the Darkness Comes.
Fatman: Bombs tell the time with every minute of their existence, and nothing else announces it's own end with such a fanfare.
Revolver Ocelot: That's abusing your right to free speech Mr.President. Or is it Ex-President?
Solidus Snake: How much do you think we spent on that arm in Lyon? The best transplant surgery in the world!
Revolver Ocelot: I never trust a Frenchman.
[Vamp comes back to life in Fortune's arms]
Vamp: There's no need for sorrow, Queen. I died once already. I can't die twice.
Colonel Gurlukovich: Land, Friends, dignity, all sold to the highest bidder, The United States Of America!
Raiden: So you're the boss around here?
Solidus Snake: No, not just here. I'm the boss to surpass Big Boss himself. Solid Snake!
Solid Snake: No! That is NOT Solid Snake!
Fatman: I am the greatest that humanity has to offer, and the lowest.
Fatman: Oh no, my suit... now I've nothing to wear to the party.
Colonel: There are certain things that cannot be contained in digital information.
Raiden: What's that?
Colonel: Human memories, ideas, culture, and history. Isn't it something that should be passed on? Should that information be kept at the mercy of nature?
[after Raiden fails to kill Fortune]
Fortune: I expected more of this one, really.
Vamp: But he couldn't kill you, I see.
Fortune: Completely useless.
Vamp: Then he's all mine.
Olga: I know I'm going to hell, but at least my child...
Solidus Snake: I applaud your attitude. If you have a death wish, I'll be happy to accomodate you! See you in hell!
[When Snake tries to kill Fortune]
Raiden: What are ya gonna do? Bullets can't get near her.
Solid Snake: I'll think of something. There's no such thing as a witch.
Raiden: What am I supposed to believe in? What am I going to leave behind when I'm through?
Pliskin: There is a war going on out there and I don't have time to baby-sit.
Raiden: Snake, you're a legend!
Solid Snake: A legend is usually bad news. Someone tells it, someone else remembers, everybody passes it on.
Raiden: Snake, have you ever enjoyed killing someone?
Solid Snake: Diminished sense of reality, huh? VR Training will do that.
Olga: I grew up on the battlefield. Conflict and Victory were my parents. The unit is my Life, my Family. I have no one except the unit.
[Raiden gets called by Mr. X for the first time]
Mr. X: Be careful, there are claymore mines in that area.
Raiden: Who are you?
Mr. X: Call me Deepthroat.
Raiden: Deepthroat? The informant from Shadow Moses?
Mr. X: Mr. X then.
Raiden: Snake, you can say that because you're a legend. But I'm Jack the Ripper; a terrible reminder of a dirty mistake.
Pliskin: [Snake is explaining to Raiden about the importance of cardboard boxes]
Pliskin: Ya know, I've lost a couple, thanks to you.
Pliskin: Oh, nothing.
[Pliskin got held "hostage" by Vamp]
Pliskin: Shoot him! What are you waiting for?
Revolver Ocelot: I regret to inform you that I have no intention on selling Metal Gear. As I said, I came to take it back. Yes, returned, to the Patriots!
USMC Commandant Scott Dolph: The La-li-lu-le-lo! How's that possible?
Colonel Gurlukovich: Ocelot, have you sold us out?
Revolver Ocelot: Ha! I was never in your employ, Gurlukovich.
Colonel Gurlukovich: Are you still in league with Solidus?
Revolver Ocelot: No hard feelings, Colonel. Mother Russia can rot for all I care.
Colonel Gurlukovich: Since when, Ocelot? When did you turn?
Revolver Ocelot: I'm glad you noticed, comrade. I abandoned "her" during the Cold War.
Colonel Gurlukovich: Aghhhhhh!
Revolver Ocelot: Metal Gear only has room for one! Gurlukovich, you and your daughter will die here!
Colonel Gurlukovich: DAMN YOU!
[Navy SEALs advancing]
Fortune: Today is another bad day...
[Pointing her rail gun at them]
Fortune: Is there anyone here who can give me happiness?
Fortune: Since no one can kill me, I may as well kill everyone I can.
Solid Snake: Freeze-dried, the rations are easy to carry and keep well. It ain't home cookin', but it'll satisfy your nutritional needs.
Solid Snake: What's on your mind?
Raiden: Well, just between you and me?
Solid Snake: Sure. What is it?
Raiden: I prefer rations over Rose's home cooking...
Solid Snake: That bad, huh?
USMC Commandant Scott Dolph: What are you planning to do, steal this thing?
Revolver Ocelot: Steal? No, no, I'm taking it back!
Richard Ames: I'm Richard Ames.
Raiden: Secret Service?
Richard Ames: No, I was sent in by the La-li-lu-le-lo, just like you. Switch over to nanocommunication, so no one can listen in.
Raiden: What for?
Richard Ames: Silence beats talk.
[Ocelot shoots Fortune]
Revolver Ocelot: Now I remember, your heart's on the right.
Russian Soldier: Oh Shalashaska. I thought you were with the Colonel.
[Ocelot kills him]
Revolver Ocelot: The Colonel will be joining you soon. Comrade
Colonel: That reminds me, I saw Gubayama the other day in Shibomnigee. He said to give you his best.
[after his extensive VR Training]
Raiden: I feel like some kind of legendary Mercenary.
Colonel: Okay, we'll skip that part.
[to Peter Stillman]
Raiden: So you're the bomb disposal guy?
Solid Snake: Kid, this is THE bomb disposal guy.
Peter Stillman: The self-proclaimed emperor of explosives: Fatman.
Fortune: You've seen the fires of hell, haven't you? Maybe you can bring me death.
Raiden: You're just a common criminal and that's the only way anyone's going to remember you...
[Smashes glass of wine]
Fatman: How dare you, I'm an artist!
Revolver Ocelot: Given the right situation, the right story, anyone can be shaped into Snake.
Revolver Ocelot: You're no lady luck. You have nothing that we didn't give you.
Fatman: I die here and my legend begins - too bad you won't be around to see the movies.
Richard Ames: Solid Snake did die... but he's also here in the Shell. Either he survived, or there are two of them.
Liquid Snake: Not so young anymore, eh Snake? You're drowning in time, brother, I know what it's like.
Colonel: An anemone or clematis plants juice can cause a rash. When pruning them, its a good idea to wear gloves.
Colonel: Raiden something happened to me last Thursday when I was driving home. I had a couple of miles to go - I looked up and saw a glowing orange object in the sky, to the east! It was moving very irregularly... suddenly there was intense light all around me - and when I came to, I was home. What do you think happened to me?
Raiden: They said you were dead?
Solid Snake: No, not me. There are still too many things I need to do.
Olga: I will send him to the bottom of the ocean alongside my old man.
President Johnson: I want absolute power. I'm just a figurehead, the real power lies in The Patriots hands.
Colonel: Even my patience has its limits. I just can't leave it to you any longer. I'll do the fighting! You can just go home!
Solidus Snake: Jack, those days during the civil war were as real as they come, split between life and death. You ran from it! And now you've been led back to war by something less than real.
Solidus Snake: No more games Raiden, at least you know. There's no reason to keep you alive any longer.
Colonel: Munch, munch... Um? Raiden? I'm eating right now. Get back to me later... munch, munch...
[Raiden is guarding Emma with a PSG1 sniper rifle]
Solid Snake: Think you can handle it?
Raiden: Yeah. I know the drill. I've faced a similar situation in Advanced Mode Level 4 VR training with the PSG1.
Solid Snake: VR...? Guess that's better than nothing. Make sure you don't hit Emma.
[When Raiden takes a picture of the hostage Jennifer's panties]
Raiden: ...Colonel, was I wrong in what I did...?
Colonel: Perhaps. There are certain things that a person can and can't do.
Raiden: Yeah, maybe you're right...
Colonel: Do you understand? Come out of this thing alive, both for yourself and so as not to waste your training.
Raiden: No need to tell me that, Colonel.
Colonel: Right. And... I recommend you not throw away that picture.
Revolver Ocelot: You know why no bullet could hit you? It wasn't magic, or some New Age mumbo-jumbo. Certainly wasn't your psychic talents. It was all staged by the Patriots.
Revolver Ocelot: You were being shielded by the electromagnetic weapons technology that the Patriots developed. Your Dead Cell comrades loved your father and husband - we needed a pathetic wretch like you to keep them focused.
USMC Commandant Scott Dolph: Identify yourself!
[the soldiers rush with their guns ready to shoot Ocelot]
Revolver Ocelot: I am Shalashaska, also called... Revolver Ocelot
[Shows the past scenes of Metal Gear Solid]
Solid Snake: OCELOT!
[Revolver Ocelot's arm goes haywire and shows an image of Liquid Snake]
Liquid Snake: It's been a while, brother!
Solid Snake: Who are you?
Liquid Snake: You know who I am!
Solid Snake: Liquid?
Liquid Snake: You're drowning in time. I know what it's like, brother. No wonder Naomi passed you over for the FOXDIE program!
[Revolver Ocelot goes haywire]
Liquid Snake/Revolver Ocelot: OUT!... Get out of my mind, Liquid!
[Fortune's last words]
Fortune: My name is Helena Dolph Jackson, the daughter of a proud and noble soldier! I can finally see my family... again.
Colonel: I'm not home right now. Please leave a message after the beep. BEEP!
Revolver Ocelot: [to Gurlukovich] Mother Russia can rot for all I care.
[all the Metal Gear RAYs around Snake begin to tremble violently]
Solidus Snake: What's happening?
Revolver Ocelot: [over Solidus's radio] The AI, GW, it's out of control!
Solidus Snake: WHAT?
Revolver Ocelot: I'm reading an abnormal impulse cascade throughout the neural network. I can't shut it down!
Solidus Snake: The Patriots?
Revolver Ocelot: I don't know. Maybe some kind of virus?
Solidus Snake: Ocelot, what have you been up to?
Revolver Ocelot: It's too late! Arsenal's system has gone haywire. It's on an emergency assent course.
Solidus Snake: Stupid machines!
Solidus Snake: [walking slowly towards Raiden] Jack, my son, my brothers and I are called "Les Enfant Terribles," replicas of evil genes. You are different; one-of-a-kind, but still a monster. We must decide now which monstrosity will have the privledge of survival. Oh, and by the way Jack, I was the one who killed your parents.
[Raiden looks up at him in shock]
Solidus Snake: I claimed you for my own and raised you as a soldier in the army of the Devil. I am your foster-father and your worst enemy!
Solidus Snake: Because I needed to know if we were really someone else's creation. We're repeating history here, Jack; Liquid and Solid hunted down Big Boss trying to sever the tie that bound them to him. Unless you kill me and face your past, Jack, you will never escape. You'll stay in the endless loop: your own double helix.
Revolver Ocelot: [to Solidus Snake] You're the spitting image of Big Boss...
Raiden: All you want is power, at any cost.
Solidus Snake: Jack, it's not power I want. What I want to take back from the Patriots are things like... freedom, civil rights, opportunities. The founding principles of this country. Everything that's about to be wiped out by their digital censorship.
Emma: [while behind pillar] Whew, made it. If I've made it this far, I guess it's thanks to that Raiden guy. What is the deal with him? He acts weird, he dresses pretty weird too. And I'm not sure about the way he holds my hands and things. He's easy on the eyes though, so I guess I can let that slide. But I've got my own ideas about that hair!
Otacon: Raiden? About this Colonel of yours - I found out where he is.
Otacon: Inside Arsenal.
Otacon: I've checked out all the possibilities, but I keep coming back to Arsenal. It isn't a relay point, it's the origin of the signal. And the encryption protocol it uses is exactly the same as that of Arsenal's AI - the so-called GW.
Raiden: What the hell does this mean?
Otacon: I think it means - you've been talking to an AI.
Raiden: That's impossible!
Otacon: The Colonel probably isn't GW per se. GW was most likely stimulating cortical activity in the dormant part of your brain through signal manipulation of your own nanomachines. The Colonel is in part your own creation, cobbled together from expectations and experience.
Raiden: That's crazy!
Otacon: But it's probably the truth. The virus may be starting to affect GW, which would explain the Colonel's behavior.
Raiden: It was all - an illusion? Everything I've done so far...?
Solid Snake: Raiden!
Raiden: Snake - what's happening around here?
Solid Snake: I don't know. What I do know is that you're standing right here in front of me. Not an illusion - flesh and blood. It's your call. You can drop this if you want.
Raiden: No, I can't do that. Let's go!
Solid Snake: This is Snake. Do you read me, Otacon?
Otacon: Loud and clear, Snake.
Solid Snake: Kept you waiting, huh? I'm at the sneak-point.
Colonel: [while an enemy is urinating onto Raiden] Uh, Raiden... my sympathies.
Colonel: Raiden, what's your status?
Raiden: Colonel? I've got Emma Emmerich here... we've managed to avoid drowning.
Liquid Snake: [to Solid Snake] The price of physical prodigy, two more years and you'll be another dead clone of the old man. Our raw materials are vintage, brother! Big Boss was in his late-fifties when they started making copies!
Solidus Snake: I was planning to give you Arsenal to begin with.
Fortune: Why the uncharacteristic generosity?
Solidus Snake: I'm no philanthropist. Arsenal is far from impregnable. It needs other Metal Gears as guards, a huge payload of warheads, and full air, sea, and land support to function efficiently. Against a large attack force without support, Arsenal is nothing more than a gigantic coffin. Seizing Arsenal Gear was never the real objective!
Colonel: There's a terminal in front of the elevator, a node.
Raiden: Did you say "nerd"?
Colonel: Not "nerd" - "node."