The Chronicles of Riddick: Escape from Butcher Bay (2004 Video Game)
Hoxie: Allready trying to get under my skin, Riddick?
Richard B. Riddick: It'l be easier... if I had something sharp.
Richard B. Riddick: Hmm... a med-station, takes away the hurt, leaves the pain.
Richard B. Riddick: [disguising himself as a guard] The wolf moves among sheep.
Richard B. Riddick: Uh oh, looks like that memory's still working, Johns.
Richard B. Riddick: [talking to guard] The dark... are you afraid? I'm not. The dark is afraid of me.
Abbott: You're messin' with the natural order of things here, Riddick. As a result someone can get hurt. And we don't want that.
Richard B. Riddick: Speak for yourself.
Riot Guard: Prisoner! This is restricted area! What are you doing here?
Richard B. Riddick: Oh. Heh. Sorry, my mistake.
Riot Guard: Shit, you're Riddick!
Richard B. Riddick: I think you're gonna need backup.
Riot Guard: Command, I need backup!
Richard B. Riddick: [Riddick loses his assault rifle and resorts to getting into grabbing range on the prison guard. Both of them fall down a pit with Riddick surviving] It ain't the fall that get you. It's the sudden stop at the bottom.
William J. Johns: [to a prisoner] You wanna get moving, or do you want me to help you? Believe me, you don't want my help.
Richard B. Riddick: The main frame security will be tight... I like a challenge
Richard B. Riddick: [Picks up his first assault rifle] Now things get interesting...
Hoxie: I should just have them put slugs in both your heads right now!
Richard B. Riddick: Why ruin a nice carpet?
Hoxie: What to do, what to do... hmmm. I've got entire regions rioting. My slam has become a damn warzone. I'm losing men faster than I can replace them... and all this unrest... well, it began soon after you arrived, Riddick.
Richard B. Riddick: Could be a coincidence.
Hoxie: I'm sending you to the mines, Riddick. Down below the surface, where the sun never shines. You'll be the target of every con looking to make his bones with the Aquilas. I expect things could get ugly.
Richard B. Riddick: I'll be disappointed, if they don't.
Guard: [Talking about Riddick] I only heard what he looks like.
Guard: [Notices a guard that is actually Riddick in disguise] He looks... kinda like *that* guy.
Guard 2: Ok, right...
Jagger Valance: Things work the same down here as they do up there. You give and you get.
Richard B. Riddick: Trust me Jagger, what I can give... you don't wanna get.
Mattsson, Silencio, Zuni, Fateen: It's true, I swear on my mother's grave!
Molina, Quintana, Trigo: You can swear on whoever's grave you want, it's still BS.
Mattsson, Silencio, Zuni, Fateen: I ain't bullshitting, Trigo.
Molina, Quintana, Trigo: Ah shut up, get your god damn head checked or something.
Mattsson, Silencio, Zuni, Fateen: I did that once... Ain't no fun.
Theo, Zlonzo, Barassa: Well do it again, and this time get him to amalyze your mind or something, like that guy Sigmen Floyd.
Molina, Quintana, Trigo: Sigmen *who*?
Theo, Zlonzo, Barassa: Sigmen Floyd man! He was like some psycho professor from a long time ago or whatever who said all guys wanna screw their mom or something. And he discovered dreams, the mind, subconscious and fucking who knows what else!
Molina, Quintana, Trigo: Shit, the mind?
Theo, Zlonzo, Barassa: Yeah man... Hey you know what, shut the hell up, I'm trying to explain here!
Molina, Quintana, Trigo: Relax Holmes, sorry!
Theo, Zlonzo, Barassa: Anyway, he discovered the mind... and uh... cerebral stuff...
Molina, Quintana, Trigo: Now *that* is hardcore.
Theo, Zlonzo, Barassa: Yeah man, Sigmen Floyd!
Guard: I don't deserve to die!
Guard: ...Ok, maybe I do! But I don't wanna die!
[the player kills a guard supervising Valya]
Valya: Greetings space traveler! I find myself detained in custody with no other fun than that jester which you just disposed of!
Richard B. Riddick: I found him only mildly amusing.
Valya: Watch your tongue space traveler! Still, I appreciate your kind gesture despite having killed the poor jester! Haha!
Georgie: [Distracting the guards for Riddick] Hey guards! Over here, *guards*!
Georgie: You know what I got? I got contraband! I got shivs! I got clubs! I got guns, man! Guns, man! Yeah haha, mother fuckers!
Georgie: I got drugs, I got porn! I'll be damned if I'm not wearing forbidden under wear! Yeah, haha!
Waman: That's the stupidest idea I've ever heard!
Girish: Why? It'll work.
Waman: No! No fucking way, it'll never work! And you know why?
Girish: No, tell me.
Waman: Well there are two reasons. First, you are a fucking moron, that's reason number one. Number two is a simple fact, a fact you know like gravity, and hand-jobs. Number two is a simple as you are.
Girish: I'm not simple.
Waman: [Scoffing] Then your idea must be brilliant... But it's *shit*! Why? Wanna hear reason number two? Those rifles the guards carry... They are DNA encoded!
Girish: What do you mean?
Waman: Well, you know what DNA is right? Well those rifles track your DNA! They won't fire a single damn cap unless you're in the central database - which you *aren't*!
Girish: What if... I could get into that database?
Waman: That is a fact. *Fact*. You hear me? You cannot use the guns, *period*.
Girish: But! What if I could get into that database.
Waman: What do you mean 'get into that database'? You can't!
Girish: I've seen a map, over here. The database computers aren't that far off.
Waman: Who the *hell* told you this?
Girish: Ugh... I forget. I'm simple, remember?
Waman: Oh great, Girish, you're lying - you're a fucking liar!
Girish: Don't want to talk about it? Ok.