It’s an advertisement, Mr. Cole. You do understand that, don’t you? It’s not really a special message to you.
Monsters from the Id!
FUCK! Even in the future, nothing works!
Malfunction. Need input.
I’m sorry, Dave. I’m afraid I can’t do that.
Everyone works for every one else. We can’t do without any one. Even Epsilons are useful.
Oh, wow. Good nyborg, man.
You are so good you made the Mathmos vomit!
And Sergeant Dvorak is the best gunner I have.
Prepare to fire the Wave Motion Gun!
Did the primary buffer panel just fall off my gorram ship for no apparent reason?
Tanj!
Frak!
Some way to end a war, huh, kid? Nobody wins, nobody loses.
War. War never changes.
The 1143-year-long war hand begun on false pretenses and only because the two races were unable to communicate.
Once they could talk, the first question was ‘Why did you start this thing?’ and the answer was ‘Me?’
No no, this is the appropriate music for that quote. 
(Fans of Fallout 3, at least, should get it…)
Amy, if I said you had a beautiful body would you take your pants off and dance around a little?
Every time it happens… you tell yourself it’s love. But it isn’t. It’s blood. And death.