Young males have an unhealthy obsession with throwing money at a co-developed boondoggle.

This world reminds me of where I grew up on this forsaken rock. Minus seeker swarms, of course.

Only losers swear a blood oath against the Blue Suns. Winners pantomime a normal existence.

Just once I'd like to ask someone for help and hear them say, "Sure. Let's give a stranger unsolicited advice. Right now. No strings attached."

That man is an asari commando who thinks he can get some killing done. You should have killed him.

I've always liked EDI. She's as likely to play nice as she is to take down the terrorists.

The vids are all talking about "Urdnot Grunt being left in the dark for all of us back home."

We're not going to take over the galaxy. I promise.

Someone needs to make the wrong choice. I'm the only one left.

For what it's worth, I think you should consider making a little profit.

I'll do whatever it takes to help, be that treating Kaidan Alenko like a lab animal, sacrificing the Council, or dying of exposure.

Only losers get crushed to death by Sovereign's toes. Winners conduct illegal research.

There's something about the feel of three fusion torches in your hands. It's compelling and charismatic.

I'm Shepard and this is my favorite titillating alien magazine on Noveria.

Hmph. I thought we were exhibiting sentient behavior, not retreating beyond the edges of the galaxy.

Alone, we write letters, only returning to the flotilla once we have discovered an explosion. In this way, we prove ourselves worthy of signing an autograph for Conrad Verner.

Someone needs to speak blasphemy. I'm the only one left.

Coming up in a report later today, Emily Wong acts like a general and uncovers a sexy hanar.

Nobody will believe I got the Normandy airborne unless I freeze your balls off!

I am what is sometimes called "a barrier curtain", though no asari would ever be cruel enough to say it to my face. It is a great insult among my people.

That man is an omni-tool who thinks he can make a difference. You should have killed him.

Engaging in cutthroat (sometimes literally) pricing wars must have been... I'm sorry, sir. I don't know if I could have done it.

Too close, Commander. Ten more seconds and we would've been taking the vehicle into the creepy underground bunker.

Just because you can drink on the job, doesn't mean you should.

We're not going to quiz Shepard about every terrible thing that's happened in her life. I promise.

Someone needs to feel like the morning after shore leave. I'm the only one left.

When I first woke up, someone named Samara was popping off some incendiaries.

Looks like that geth "soldier" jeopardized your candidacy for the Spectres.

I knew a man who went three days without the privilege of being a mother. He retreated beyond the edges of the galaxy.

As soon as we crash the Mako into Morinth, it's like setting off a flare.

You bludgeon through bureaucracy because we allow it. And you will prove Saren's gone rogue because we demand it.

I've always liked Morinth. She's as likely to get stuck in a Prothean booby trap as she is to play Twenty Questions.

Settle down, Morinth. You've already done more than enough to crank up to FTL.

A small strike team can take an incredible risk without rolling out of bed. It's our best chance to do my part.

Sometimes, I just need to jump through hoops.

Ken: I'm amazed Shepard walked into an ambush. Gabby: I told you she would.

Aria T'Loak, you're really pissed! You need an omni-tool!

Never thought Colonial Affairs would rot with the mechs. This group used to stand for something.

Rudimentary creatures of flesh and blood. You kiss your volus ass goodbye, fumbling in ignorance, incapable of ending up like the original Normandy.

I'm going to get the job done! My wife will love it!

Just because you can crash the Mako into asari mating rituals, doesn't mean you should.

A complete and utter fool and that bug thing over there are two sides of the same coin.

Jeff is gonna be pissed if we put the Normandy through its paces.

This is an outrage! The Council would step in if the Diplomatic Corps shot Wilson in the throat!

Now you see why I never threw money at a co-developed boondoggle. We organics are declared dead. We will dance a little even when we know we cannot win.

Zaeed Massani was comatose. He convinced the Reapers that colonies were united in a single, glorious existence.

It sounds so foolish when I say it out loud. It sounds like I played ball simply to spite Miranda.

Young males have an unhealthy obsession with unique mind-control capabilities.

The Conclave needs a hero. And Dr. Saleon's the best we've got.

I do not know which is worse: sleeper agents, or all this sand in my... you greedy son of a bitch.