“Darman: I want my HUD back. I want my enhanced view.Fi: But you get to wear face camo instead. Makes you feel wild and dangerous.Sev: I'm wild. And then I get dangerous. Shut up.Fi: Copy that. [exits Sev's comlink channel] Miserable di'kut.Scorch: Don't mind him. He'll be fine once he's killed something.”

“Any sign of what killed him, Scorch?""Let's ask Sev. He's a dead-body-ologist."[Sev examines the body and its arm falls off]"Yep, he's dead alright.”"Sure you don't want a second opinion, Doc?""Nah, I'm ready go out on a limb.”

“Scorch: "I think Sev might have an anger problem." Sev: "I think you have an intelligence problem.”

“Oh, you are a little ray of sunshine today, aren’t you? Now, look at your progesterone levels. Still higher than normal. Are you pregnant? Have you been throwing up?”“No. But I get cravings. Will I get stretch marks?” said Fi.Gilamar kept a straight face. “Yeah, say goodbye to your figure. Everything sags from now on.”

“I wish you'd get one thing straight - I'm not a traitor. I was never on your side. I'm called the enemy.”

“So you want a knife, a nice sharp knife. You hone that blade to its limits. It even cuts through stone when you want it to. It saves your life. And then you're outraged when it cuts you accidentally. You see, knives don't switch off. And neither do people, not when you hone them to a fine edge.”

“Sitting back and not getting involved while people get killed in an endless cycle of wars doesn't count as not having blood on your hands.”