Spike:
Just a humble bounty hunter, ma'am.

Ed:
Food, glorious food!

Spike:
He was just all alone. He couldn't enjoy a game with anyone else. Like living in a dream... That's the kind of man he was...

Jet:
Spike, if that hostage had been shot, what would you have done then?

Spike:
If it happens, it happens...

Jet:
Really... As usual, for a 125,000-Woolong criminal, there were too many risks involved. Bounty hunting is harder than just that. Before I teamed up with you, I lead quite a normal life.

Vincent:
Why don't you shoot?

Spike:
What?

Vincent:
What indeed. You only talk? Just do it.

Spike:
I won't kill you. I don't want to lose the bounty.

Vincent:
I do not fear death... You just quietly watch a dream. A dream that goes on forever.

Spike:
What a messed up guy.

Vincent:
What's your name?

Spike:
Spike... Spiegel...

Vincent:
I'll meet you at the end of this world.

Faye:
Why did you do all this? For money? Some sort of revenge? Or perhaps just for fun?

Vincent:
I am just looking for a door to open.

Faye:
A door?

Vincent:
I was dreaming, and I knew it was a dream. And yet, I couldn't open my eyes. You know what I mean? From that time, when I was on Titan, it's been like that, always.

Vincent:
No one can draw a clear line between sane and insane. You move that line as you see fit for yourself. No one else can. You'll understand soon... that the one that's insane is this world. Do you want to come with me? The only ones left will be you and me.

Faye:
Damn it! Morons don't learn until they die!

Faye:
Can't you tell? I'm just a gun-toting weathergirl.

Faye:
I want you to make it rain.

Faye:
Why? To crash a party.

Lee Samson:
Now I'll never... get to meet Spooky Donkey... ugh. Please restart...

Vincent:
Before you part from this world, can you tell me something? I am already dead since Titan and this world the butterflies are showing me... Is it a dream? Or is their world the real one and the world where I was, the dream? I don't know.

Lee Samson:
Twentieth century games are really nice. Games nowadays are getting boring. I'm more into old school games like this one. Back then, games like these were enough for everyone. It's the same with hackers. It was better when there were few. Then, even the smallest thing left you in the history books. Now, protection is tighter everywhere. Unless you do something really big, no one will know you. That's why I am grateful towards you, seriously. I always wanted to... try being a terrorist.

Lee Samson:
Aww... I died.

Lee Samson:
Aww... He died.

Spike:
I love a woman who can kick my ass.

Spike:
And you, you take way too long when you're taking a shit.

Faye:
Really? That's great! I really didn't mean it when I said you were a pain in the butt.

Rasheed:
I don't recommend the Calabar beans. They are used to see if your wife is cheating on you. The innocent eat at once; they choke and spit them out. But the guilty eat cautiously, slowly, which makes the poison work. Soon, she is crying out in pain. That's how you can tell.

Spike:
Thanks, but I'm not married.

Rasheed:
Now that is true happiness.

Spike:
Man shouldn't have to live on carbohydrates alone, complex or otherwise.

Spike:
Oh, great. A bored little army.

Spike:
Listen, I don't have time to screw around with you guys!

Jet:
The message mentions bone marrow so they must know about the Nano-Machines.

Faye:
And so?

Jet:
That's all I have.

Faye:
So ends yet another episode of 'Wasting Time with Jet'

Ed:
Teeter Totter Teeter Totter!

Laughing Bull:
Know this Swimming Bird: This blue eye percieves all things conjoined. The past, the future, and the present. Everything flows and all is connected. This eye is not merely seen reality. It is touching the truth. Open the eye of truth... There is nothing to fear.

Spike:
Yea... I know what you mean.