Ratchet & Clank: All 4 One

Pepper Fairbanks:
I haven't seen Qwark take this much of a beating since he challenged that seven year old to a spelling bee!

Dr. Nefarious:
[Qwark is unconscious] Can we kill him?

Ratchet:
No!

Dr. Nefarious:
I can make it look like an accident...

Ratchet:
[pause] How?

Clank:
Ratchet!

Ratchet:
Alright, no...

Captain Qwark:
We're gonna die! Alone! Alone in a dark forest, with no cameras to capture every moment so I can be remembered!

Captain Qwark:
You did the right thing Dr. Nefarious.

Dr. Nefarious:
Get bent!

Dr. Nefarious:
[to Qwark] Even if i was wishing the Blarg would tear you limb from limb so i could river-dance around your smoldering squishy carcass... I always considered you a friend.

Dr. Nefarious:
The Doctor is in... And he hates you!

Clank:
I believe I know someone who can fix you.

Captain Qwark:
Well, I don't mean to brag but I did modify my crotchetizer with a vibrating function I like to call the happy platypus.

Clank:
...I beg your pardon Qwark?

Dr. Nefarious:
Get your elbow out of my face!

Captain Qwark:
Where am I supposed to put it?

Clank:
Ratchet, do not say a word.

Zephyr:
According to the database, these creatures are known as Tharpods. They're a peaceful race that worships nature.

Cronk:
Lousy hippies!

Ratchet:
I don't know, I recognise stupidity... I'm friends with Qwark.

Captain Qwark:
Yeah! Wait, what?

Commander Spog:
Steward! Where are all my minions?

The Steward:
Most of them are afraid to fight, commander. They are hiding in storage until the interlopers evacuate.

Commander Spog:
Well then lie, tell them there is a party in sector 12 with cake and presents... I don't know, use your imagination.

The Steward:
Attention minions: there is a party in sector 12, with cake, and presents, and absolutely no threat to your life whatsoever. BYOB!

Dr. Nefarious:
Off to confront the diabolical warbot who preys on the innocent... And I'm all out of businesses cards.

The Steward:
Attention interlopers, your gadget certification diplomas now bear the shameful mark of the frowny face. Feel the sting of disapproval.

Mr. Zurkon:
You used to be alive, then you met Mr.Zurkon!