Prophet of Truth:
There are those who said this day would never come. What are they to say now?

The Master Chief:
I need a weapon.

Marine Sergeant:
Did I give you permission to bitch, soldier?

Gravemind:
Silence fills the empty grave, now that I have gone. But my mind is not at rest, for questions linger on. I will ask, and you will answer.

Cortana:
Alright. Shoot.

Arbiter:
There was only one ship.

Prophet of Truth:
One? Are you sure?

Prophet of Truth:
Yes, they called it "The Pillar of Autumn."

Prophet of Mercy:
Why was it not destroyed with the rest of their fleet?

Arbiter:
It fled as soon as we set fire to their planet. But I followed with all the ships under my command.

Prophet of Truth:
When you first saw Halo, were you blinded by its majesty?

Sgt. Johnson:
Now listen up! Back in my day, we didn't have fancy tanks! We had sticks. Two stick and a rock for the entire platoon! And we had to share the rock! You should consider yourself very lucky marines!

Elite:
Our enemies are not going to kill themselves, you know.

Elite:
Wort wort wort!

Elite:
That battle was exhilarating... was it not?

Marine:
Whats the matter? Am I comin' on too strong?

Marine Sergeant:
Hey, Kalamari!

Marine:
Ah man, I love the beach!

Marine:
I hope you packed a suit, mate!

Cortana:
Cut the chatter! We got trouble!

SpecOps Leader:
On the blood of our fathers, on the blood of our sons, we swore to uphold the Covenant!

SpecOps Leader:
Those who would break this oath are heretics! Worthy of neither pity nor mercy!

SpecOps Leader:
And continue our march to glorious salvation!

SpecOps Leader:
This armour suits you, Arbiter. But it cannot hide that mark.

Arbiter:
Nothing ever will.

SpecOps Leader:
You are the Arbiter. The will of the Prophets. But these are my Elites. Their lives matter to me, yours does not.

Arbiter:
That makes two of us.

Marine:
Heh! I ran out of grenades and accidently threw my lunch.

Marine:
It's true!

Sgt. Johnson:
Don't they teach you kids to SWEAR in basic anymore?

Sgt. Johnson:
For a brick, he flew pretty good.

The Master Chief:
This is Spartan 117! Can anyone read me?

Lord Hood:
Isolate that signal! Master Chief, mind telling me what you're doing on that ship?

The Master Chief:
Sir. Finishing this fight.

Cortana:
I'm sorry, were you trying to kill something?

Prophet of Truth:
No enemy has ever withstood our might.

Sgt. Johnson:
Where's the rest of your platoon?

Marine:
Wasted, Sarge.

Marine:
Which we will be too, sir! If we don't get the hell out of here!

Sgt. Johnson:
You hit, Marine?

Marine:
No, sir...

Sgt. Johnson:
Then listen up! You had the chance to be afraid before you joined my beloved corps! But to guide you back to the true path, I've brought this motivational device!

Sgt. Johnson:
Our big green style cannot be defeated!

Marine Sergeant:
Get the hell out of my armory, split lip!

Marine:
Dude are you made of leprechauns? Cause that was awesome!

Prophet of Truth:
The council decided to have y' hung by your entrails and your corpse paraded through the city. But ultimately, the terms of your execution are up to me.

Arbiter:
I am already dead.

Sgt. Johnson:
Please... don't shake the light bulb!

Arbiter:
Those that built the rings? What happened to the Forerunners?

343 Guilty Spark:
After exhausting every strategic attempt, my creators fired the rings. They and every sentient life form within three radii of the galatic center died as planned. Would you like to see the relevant data?

Arbiter:
Tartarus, the Prophets have betrayed us.

Tartarus:
NO, Arbiter! The Great Journey has begun, and the Brutes, not the Elites, shall be the Prophets' escort!

Heretic Leader:
I wondered whom the Prophets would send to silence me. An Arbiter! I'm flattered.

SpecOps Leader:
He's using a holodrone. He must be close! Come out so we may kill you!

Heretic Leader:
Hahahahahahaha... get in line.

The Master Chief:
Sir, request permission to leave the station.

Lord Hood:
For what purpose, Master Chief?

The Master Chief:
To give the Covenant back their bomb.

Lord Hood:
Permission granted.

Cortana:
Just one question. What if you miss?

The Master Chief:
I won't.

Grunt:
You can't hide from me!

Grunt:
Arbiter our savior! Stupid jackal, say thank you!

Grunt:
How come there never be Arbiter grunt?

Grunt:
If hungry, eat jackal.

Grunt:
Need... to... change... backpack.

Grunt:
We make fire... sing songs?

Marine Sergeant:
Fall in over here!

Marine:
Yeah, you got it. Will there be snacks?

Marine:
Hey, if you're going to the fridge... grab me a beer, please?

Marine:
The whole staring and heavy breathing thing doesn't really work for me.

Marine Sergeant:
Grenades are like RAM - you can never have too much.

Marine Sergeant:
If my face looked like a squid, I'd be angry, too!

Cortana:
I know what you're thinking, and it's crazy.

The Master Chief:
So, stay here.

Cortana:
Unfortunately for us both, I like crazy.