Solid Snake:
Building the future and keeping the past alive are one in the same thing.

Colonel:
I hear it's amazing when the famous purple stuffed worm in flap-jaw space with the tuning fork does a raw blink on Hara-Kiri Rock. I need scissors! 61!

Colonel:
Actually, I am in really bad shape financially. I pay money to my ex-wife as part of our divorce settlement, among other bills... I just had no choice but to make you pay for lunch the other day. I'm really sorry.

Raiden:
Still ticking, huh?

Vamp:
Unfortunately, Hell had no vacancies.

Revolver Ocelot:
You were hamming it up as the tragic heroine, thanks to the script the Patriots wrote for you. It was pure self-indulgence - you couldn't get enough of the drama.

Solidus Snake:
Good luck.

Fortune:
Thanks, but I already have quite enough of that.

Solid Snake:
This reminds me of when we first met.

Otacon:
I was the one inside the locker that time. We're equal now, huh?

Solid Snake:
Not unless I wet my pants.

Otacon:
That's a low blow, Snake.

Otacon:
Another Chinese proverb: "Those who look to the Heavens prosper, those who defy it are no more." Do you know this one? The meaning here is - hold on a sec - that you can only survive as long as you're a part of the natural order of things. You remember pre-ripped jeans? Manufacturers thought that just because people loved old, broken-in jeans, they would want to buy new jeans that looked old. So they purposefully...

Solid Snake:
What do jeans have to do with nature and order?

Iroquois Pliskin:
The cardboard box that you have is ideal for fooling your enemies. It's a very important tool for infiltration missions.

Raiden:
Really?

Iroquois Pliskin:
Of course. I can't begin to count the number of agents whose lives were saved by a cardboard box...

Raiden:
You mean everyone's using them?

Iroquois Pliskin:
Look, I'm not exaggerating when I say the success of your mission hinges on how you use that cardboard box. But in the end, a cardboard box is only made of paper. Handle it with care or it won't be of much use to you. Don't think of it as just another box. Treat it with love... Don't be rough. Okay?

Colonel:
Raiden, don't act in any way that will excite the enemy's suspicion. A perfect disguise can be ruined by a single odd behavior. Be careful. If you make physical contact with the enemy while in disguise, the disguise will be deselected.

Rose:
That uniform's probably not even close to your size.

Raiden:
Yeah, to tell you the truth, it feels pretty tight.

Colonel:
It's probably a better fit for Rosemary here than you.

Colonel:
Raiden, you won't be able to Hang, throw, or chokehold anyone in your current state.

Raiden:
Why not?

Colonel:
Is it really necessary to ask? It's just not a good idea to perform those maneuvers. There could be... complications.

Rose:
Oh really, Jack. Do we have to spell it out for you? Really!

Raiden:
What kind of a dork brings all this stuff to work? Must be a super freak!

President Johnson:
Even if a pawn becomes a queen, it is still just a playing piece...

Olga:
I've been with this Unit since I was born; Conflict and Victory were my parents.

Peter Stillman:
Bomb Disposal Is a face off with your own mortality. Don't let the fear get to you. When you give in to the fear, the Darkness Comes.

Colonel:
I was a North American Fall Webworm in my past life. Those were the good old days... What were you in your former life?

Fatman:
Bombs tell the time with every minute of their existence, and nothing else announces it's own end with such a fanfare.

Pliskin:
Fatman. Supposedly he's nicknamed after an atomic bomb, but to me he's just a Fat Man. Something straight out of a sideshow.

Revolver Ocelot:
That's abusing your right to free speech Mr.President. Or is it Ex-President?

President Johnson:
Without free will, there's no difference between submission and rebellion.

Revolver Ocelot:
Excellent speech!... The gift of the silver tongue. They say it's the mark of a good officer... and of a liar!

Fatman:
Laugh and grow Fat!

Solidus Snake:
How much do you think we spent on that arm in Lyon? The best transplant surgery in the world!

Revolver Ocelot:
I never trust a Frenchman.

Vamp:
There's no need for sorrow, Queen. I died once already. I cannot die twice.

Colonel Gurlukovich:
Land, Friends, dignity, all sold to the highest bidder, The United States Of America!

Raiden:
So you're the boss around here?

Solidus Snake:
No, not just here. I'm the boss to surpass Big Boss himself. Solid Snake!

Solid Snake:
No! That is NOT Solid Snake!

Otacon:
What are you doing? How can you shoot someone whose unconscious, what are you some kind of a monster?

Liquid Snake:
There's room for only one Snake, and One big Boss!

Fatman:
I am the greatest that humanity has to offer, and the lowest.

Fatman:
Oh no, I've nothing to wear to the party.

Raiden:
Why didn't you tell me you were the real Snake?

Solid Snake:
You never asked.

Otacon:
As for the equipment... Hey! Snake! Cigarettes? What's wrong with you?

Solid Snake:
It's my lucky charm.

Solid Snake:
Do you always walk around like that?

Solidus Snake:
Were all born with an expiration date. Life is nothing but a grace period to turn our genetic information into the next generations. Me and my brothers are called "Les Enfants Terribles", monsters of nature, with the ability to reproduce conveniently taken out. What I want is to be remembered by people, by history.

Colonel:
There are certain things that cannot be contained in digital information.

Raiden:
What's that?

Colonel:
Human memories, ideas, culture, and history. Isn't it something that should be passed on? Should that information be kept at the mercy of nature?

Colonel Gurlukovich:
Russia WILL rise again!

Fortune:
I expected more of this one, really.

Vamp:
But he couldn't kill you, I see.

Fortune:
Completely useless.

Vamp:
Then he's all mine.

Solid Snake:
You want eternal rest? I've got it right here!

Olga:
I know I'm going to hell, but at least my child...

Solidus Snake:
I applaud your attitude. If you have a death wish, I'll be happy to accomodate you! See you in hell!

Colonel:
It is called the Skull suit.

Raiden:
Seems appropriate somehow.

Mr. X:
I'm like you, I have no name.

Raiden:
Who are you?

Mr. X:
Neither enemy nor friend.

Solid Snake:
Fight for something you believe in and find it for yourself. If you do, pass it on to the future.

Raiden:
Believe in what?

Solid Snake:
That's your problem. Not mine.

Liquid Snake:
Before I go, I have a family matter to settle with both of you.

Raiden:
What are ya gonna do? Bullets can't get near her.

Solid Snake:
I'll think of something. There's no such thing as a witch.

Raiden:
What am I supposed to believe in? What am I going to leave behind when I'm through?

Solid Snake:
We can tell other people about - having faith. What we had faith in. What we found important enough to fight for. It's not whether you were right or wrong, but how much faith you were willing to have, that decides the future.

Solidus Snake:
The data of life is transferred from parent to child. That's how it works. But we have no heirs, no legacy. Cloned from our father, with the ability to reproduce conveniently engineered out. What is our legacy if we cannot pass the torch?

Colonel:
So, Jack The Ripper. Will it be Solidus, the patriots creation, or Raiden, Solidus' creation? Our beloved monsters. Enjoy yourselves.

Otacon:
Hey doesn't she look a lot like Meryl?

Solid Snake:
I've had enough of tomboys!

Pliskin:
There is a war going on out there and I don't have time to baby-sit.

Solid Snake:
We don't use guns to help some politician.

Raiden:
What do you fight for?

Solid Snake:
A better future.

Pliskin:
What's the situation on the bombs.

Raiden:
Diffused. Fatman too.

Raiden:
Snake, you're a legend!

Solid Snake:
A legend is usually bad news. A person tells it, and they pass it on.

Raiden:
Snake, did you ever enjoy killing someone?

Solid Snake:
Diminished sense of reality, huh? VR Training will do that.

Olga:
I grew up on a battlefield. Conflict and Victory were my parents. The unit is my Life, my Family. I have no one except the unit.

Mr. X:
Be careful, there are mines in the area.

Raiden:
Who are you?

Mr. X:
Call me Deepthroat.

Raiden:
Deepthroat? From Shadow Moses?

Mr. X:
Mr. X then.

Raiden:
Snake, you're saying that because you're a legend. I'm Jack the Ripper, a reminder of a dirty mistake.

Pliskin:
Shoot! What are you waiting for?

Solid Snake:
Recognized, but still on the fringe, huh?

Colonel:
There's a terminal in front of the elevator, a node.

Raiden:
Did you say "nerd"?

Colonel:
Not "nerd" - "node."

Solidus Snake:
Brother, I'm a whole different game from Liquid!

Revolver Ocelot:
Sergei, you and your daughter will die here!

Revolver Ocelot:
I regret to inform you that I have no intention on selling Metal Gear. As I said, I came to take it back. Yes, returned, to the Patriots!

USMC Commandant Scott Dolph:
The La-li-lu-le-lo! How's that possible?

Colonel Gurlukovich:
Ocelot, have you sold us out?

Revolver Ocelot:
Ha! I was never in your employ, Gurlukovich.

Colonel Gurlukovich:
Are you still in league with Solidus?

Revolver Ocelot:
No hard feelings, Colonel. Mother Russia can rot for all I care.

Colonel Gurlukovich:
Since when, Ocelot? When did you turn?

Revolver Ocelot:
I'm glad you noticed, comrade. I abandoned "her" during the Cold War.

Colonel Gurlukovich:
Aghhhhhh!

Revolver Ocelot:
Metal Gear only has room for one! Gurlukovich, you and your daughter will die here!

Colonel Gurlukovich:
DAMN YOU!

Fortune:
Today is another bad day...

Fortune:
Is there anyone here who can give me happiness?

Fortune:
Since no one can kill me, I may as well kill everyone I can.

Solid Snake:
Freeze-dried, the rations are easy to carry and keep well. It ain't home cookin', but it'll satisfy your nutritional needs.

Raiden:
Hmmm.

Solid Snake:
What's on your mind?

Raiden:
Well, just between you and me?

Solid Snake:
Sure. What is it?

Raiden:
I prefer rations over Rose's home cooking...

Solid Snake:
That bad, huh?

USMC Commandant Scott Dolph:
What are you planning to do, steal this thing?

Revolver Ocelot:
Steal? No, I'm taking it back!

Solid Snake:
Amazing how you walk like that.

Solid Snake:
Not in a million years!

Colonel:
To begin with we're not what you'd call human. Over the past 200 years, a consciousness appeared layer by layer at the crucible of the Whitehouse. It's not unlike life started in the oceans 4 billion years ago.

Richard Ames:
I am Ames.

Raiden:
Secret Service?

Richard Ames:
I'm like you. I'm from the La-li-lu-le-lo. Switch to nanocommunication.

Raiden:
What for?

Richard Ames:
Silence beats talk.

Revolver Ocelot:
My mistake, the heart is on the right.

Fortune:
Kill me please!

Revolver Ocelot:
The Colonel will be joining you soon. Comrade

Solidus Snake:
The world has room for only one big boss!

Solidus Snake:
Enjoy the show, Jack?

Solidus Snake:
BURN, BABY!

Colonel:
That reminds me, I saw Gubayama the other day in Shibomnigee. He said to give you his best.

Solidus Snake:
I'll let you go out in style!

Raiden:
I feel like some kind of legendary Mercenary.

Colonel:
Okay, we'll skip that part.

Raiden:
So you're the bomb disposal guy?

Solid Snake:
Kid, this is THE bomb disposal guy.

Peter Stillman:
The emperor of explosives: Fatman.

Fortune:
You've seen the fires of hell, haven't you? Maybe you can bring me death.

Fortune:
Why am I the only one that can't die?

Fatman:
Go ahead, shoot me, I'm already dead.

Fatman:
You're right on time I see, I like a punctual man.

Fatman:
Glad you could make it, the party's about to begin.

Raiden:
You're just a common criminal and that's the only way anyone's going to remember you...

Fatman:
How dare you, I'm an artist!

Revolver Ocelot:
Given the right situation, the right story, anyone can be shaped into Snake.

Revolver Ocelot:
You're no lady luck. You have nothing that we didn't give you.

Solid Snake:
We're going to play Sniper!

Fatman:
I die here and my legend begins - too bad you won't be around to see the movies.

Solidus Snake:
Only one more step to Outer Heaven!

Raiden:
How much do you weigh Emma?

Emma:
I suppose your going to ask me how old I am next?

Richard Ames:
Snake is dead... but he's also here in the Shell. Either he survived or there are two of them.

Emma:
You can't realize your dreams without greed.

Solidus Snake:
I'll drown you fools for interfering!

Raiden:
You want to control human thoughts? Human memories?

Solid Snake:
Choose your own legacy. It's for you to decide.

Liquid Snake:
Not so young anymore Snake. You're drowning in time, my brother.

Revolver Ocelot:
Sergei! Looks like you were long overdue for retirement!

Colonel:
You enjoy all the killing!

Colonel:
An anemone or clematis plants juice can cause a rash. When pruning them, its a good idea to wear gloves.

Colonel:
Raiden something happened to me last Thursday when I was driving home. I had a couple of miles to go - I looked up and saw a glowing orange object in the sky, to the east! It was moving very irregularly... suddenly there was intense light all around me - and when I came to, I was home. What do you think happened to me?

Raiden:
They said you were dead?

Solid Snake:
No, not me. There are still too many things I need to do.

Olga:
I will send him to the bottom of the ocean alongside my old man.

Olga:
We start living for ourselves after this.

President Johnson:
I want absolute power. I'm just a figurehead, the real power lies in The Patriots hands.

Raiden:
You're insane!

Vamp:
Insane? We might be the only one's telling the truth.

Raiden:
You're changing sides now?

Solid Snake:
I don't recall saying I was on yours.

Colonel:
Even my patience has its limits. I just can't leave it to you any longer. I'll do the fighting! You can just go home!

Raiden:
People will remember the good part, the right part about you.

Solid Snake:
There's nothing right about murder.

Solidus Snake:
Jack, those days during the civil war were as real as they come, split between life and death. You ran from it! And now you've been led back to war by something less than real.

Solidus Snake:
There's no reason to keep you alive any longer.

Solid Snake:
We've inherited freedom from all those who have fought for it.

Colonel:
Munch, munch... Um? Raiden? I'm eating right now. Get back to me later... munch, munch...

Solid Snake:
Think you can handle it?

Raiden:
Yeah. I know the drill. I've faced a similar situation in Advanced Mode Level 4 VR training with the PSG1.

Solid Snake:
VR...? Guess that's better than nothing. Make sure you don't hit Emma.

Raiden:
...Colonel, was I wrong in what I did...?

Colonel:
Perhaps. There are certain things that a person can and can't do.

Raiden:
Yeah, maybe you're right...

Colonel:
Do you understand? Come out of this thing alive, both for yourself and so as not to waste your training.

Raiden:
No need to tell me that, Colonel.

Colonel:
Right. And... I recommend you not throw away that picture.

Solid Snake:
Legends are fiction, kid. Someone tells it, someone else remembers, everyone passes it on.

Revolver Ocelot:
You know why no bullet could hit you? It wasn't magic, or some New Age mumbo-jumbo. Certainly wasn't your psychic talents. It was all staged by the Patriots.

Fortune:
Staged?

Revolver Ocelot:
You were being shielded by the electromagnetic weapons technology that the Patriots developed. Your Dead Cell comrades loved your father and husband - we needed a pathetic wretch like you to keep them focused.

USMC Commandant Scott Dolph:
Identify yourself!

Revolver Ocelot:
I am Shalashaska, also called... Revolver Ocelot

Vamp:
Five today, or rather six.

Solid Snake:
OCELOT!

Liquid Snake:
It's been awhile brother!

Solid Snake:
Who are you?

Liquid Snake:
You know who I am!

Solid Snake:
Liquid?

Liquid Snake:
You're drowning in time I know what it's like brother! No wonder Naomi passed you over for the FOXDIE program!

Fortune:
My name is Helena Dolph Jackson, the daughter of a proud and noble soldier! I can finally see my family... again.

Colonel:
I'm not home right now. Please leave a message after the beep. BEEP!

Revolver Ocelot:
Americans are too in love with the sound of their own voice to speak the truth!

Fortune:
Now I'll kill you... just like you killed my father.

Raiden:
Ooooh, shit.