Star Wars: Republic Commando (2005 Video Game)
Sev: A well-built sniper rifle is a beautiful thing. Ours has two zoom modes, "Up close and personal" and "Hello, you're dead."
Scorch: Man, this place gives me the creeps.
Sev: Ah, Scorch... Nothing better than a jungle hunt. Hiding in the bush, putting a plasma bolt through a hostile's cranium...
Sev: Makes me feel alive.
Scorch: Okay, now Oh-Seven's giving me the creeps.
Delta Three-Eight "Boss": Cancel that maneuver, Delta.
Scorch: Are you trying to baffle the enemy into submission, sir?
Delta Three-Eight "Boss": [after Sev calls for help] Prepare to move out.
Clone Advisor: Negative, negative, Three-Eight! New orders just came through from the Jedi Generals. You are to proceed to the rendezvous point and prepare for ex-fil.
Delta Three-Eight "Boss": I don't care if they came from Master Yoda himself!
Clone Advisor: As a matter of fact, they did, Three-Eight.
Scorch: I think we may have to blast our way through that... And I'm *not* just saying that because I love to blow stuff up.
Sev: Yes, you are.
Scorch: If we're all clones, why am I the only one with a sense of humor?
Sev: Some people say that in order to achieve maximum combat effectiveness, they need to get into the zone. Sir, I *live* in the zone.
Delta Three-Eight "Boss": [dying, while the squad is under fire] Need bacta... commandos...
Scorch: Can you die later, sir? It just isn't a good time now.
Delta Three-Eight "Boss": [to Delta 62] Snipe them from here, Delta.
Sev: Are you sure you don't want someone who can shoot straight, sir?
[if the player accidentally blows himself up]
Scorch: And that's why explosives needs special training.
[if the player accidentally shoots one of his own squad]
Scorch: Sir, are you sure we're cloned from the same vat?
Delta Three-Eight "Boss": [after rescuing Scorch] Did they find the data?
Scorch: No, I hid it pretty well.
Delta Three-Eight "Boss": Where, exactly?
Scorch: Mmmm, you don't wanna know.
[Sev shoots an enemy lying on the ground to make sure it's dead]
Scorch: Sev, did that one give you a nasty look?
Taun We: Welcome, little one. This is your first day. Your designation will be RS-138. We expect great things from you. You have been born into dangerous times. A sharp mind will be the key to survival. But as often as not, it will be your inherent physical traits that win the day. And in this regard, you will be superior to your more common brethren. For you are a commando, something truly special. Your weapons, your armor, and most importantly, your brothers. The aipha of our world hunt in pods to bring down much larger prey. So too, will you join your brothers and become fierce hunters for the Republic. Now, join your pod, and embrace your destiny as their leader. Join Delta Squad: Delta 40, your foundation, a pure and uncomplicated soldier; 62, the heart and soul of your team; and 07, the fiercest hunter of all your brethren. You are each a piece of a whole person, and the Republic will call on you to defend, and give your lives if need be.
Scorch: [after geonosian leader is dead] Woohoo! Yeah! I love that smell!
Fixer: All I smell is a burnt geonosian.
Scorch: [after killing a Geonosian] Hey Sev, this one looks like your mother.
Delta Three-Eight "Boss": [sees a lightsabre] An elegant weapon for a more civilized time, eh? Well, guess what? Times have changed!
Delta Three-Eight "Boss": [to a jealous clonetrooper] This deluxe model is the only thing standing between you and a bloody death.
Scorch: Uhh, Sir? Do you want a light boom or an explosive party?
Delta Three-Eight "Boss": Just get us in without getting the squad killed, Scorch.
Scorch: The garden has a pest problem: Trandoshans.
Sev: Would you prefer baby Wookiees?
Scorch: Uh, not really. Too cute.
Clone Advisor: Three-Eight, get your squad under control! One commando is not worth jeopardizing an entire operation!
Scorch: One commando? He's talking about my pod brother!
Delta Three-Eight "Boss": Hold on, hold on, Advisor. What do you mean, "an entire operation"?
[Scorch turns away with an oath]
Clone Advisor: Your team was the advance for a full-scale invasion. I had strict orders not to tell you. It was your intelligence, your recon, that made this possible.
[the gunship rises above the treeline, revealing the invasion force in the sky]
Scorch: Boss, look! It's the invasion force.
Fixer: Taking the city was only the beginning.
Clone Advisor: Yes, sir. Yes, I'll patch you right through. Listen up, Deltas.
[a holo appears]
Yoda: All Republic forces, establish forward command in Kachiro.
Scorch: Is that really who I think it is?
Yoda: Rendezvous with Delta Squad, we must. On them we rest much hope. Wookie freedom must not be sacrificed.
Clone Advisor: Sorry, Deltas. You heard him. It's back to the action for you.
Delta Three-Eight "Boss": Delta Squad, lock and load!
Scorch: [Seven shoots a corpse excessively] Sev, did that corpse give you a nasty look?
Sev: Rule 17...
Scorch: We know, always make sure they're dead.
Scorch: [as the group passes a trandoshan sentrypost Scorch spots an animal over a fire] Rule 23: Never pull sentry duty on an empty stomach.
Clone Advisor: Once you're inside, proceed with disabling maneuvers.
Sev: Disabling maneuvers?
Scorch: Uh... blowing things up?
Sev: Oh... I knew that.
Scorch: Rule number 48, Sev: any crash you can walk away from, is a good one.
Delta Three-Eight "Boss": Its still kicking. I think we need to hit this thing again
Delta 07: That's what I'm talking about. It's a power generator... in the middle of a tree. Strange.
Scorch: Sev, if we get out of this, I'm going to make *sure* you get some R and R.
Delta Three-Eight "Boss": Need help, commandos...
Scorch: All right, but if I get shot in the back, I'm blaming you.
Delta Three-Eight "Boss": Need bacta, commandos...
Sev: Hold on to your guts, boss, while I rip out theirs.
Delta Three-Eight "Boss": [meets a cowardly Clonetrooper] What a waste of good genes.
Sev: [after killing a lot of enemies] Ahh! My fire finger is getting itchy.
Scorch: [Blows up a blockade and laughs] That blew up real good.
Scorch: [during splice] No terminal is a match for my 'Leet haxor skills!
Scorch: [after receiving orders] Uh, why aren't we moving?
Delta Three-Eight "Boss": Sev, the button?
Sev: Oh, sorry sir.