Bulletstorm

Grayson Hunt:
Okay. Fine. We were all dead men anyway, dead for years now. Just needed to do this one last thing. Just had to make sure we didn't go to hell alone, General. Gonna take you... take every mother f***ing last one of you with us. And a sudden plunge in the sullen swell. Ten fathoms deep on the road to hell.

Trishka Novak:
Go f*** yourself! You sh*t piles give chase, I will kill your d*cks!

Grayson Hunt:
What? What does that even mean? You're gonna kill my dick? I'll kill your dick! How 'bout that, huh?

Grayson Hunt:
Spent the last ten years dreamin' of murderin' Sarrano. Savin' him don't sit right.

Ishi Sato:
You could've killed him. You had opportunities.

Grayson Hunt:
Gotta get you out of here, undo some of my mess.

Ishi Sato:
Those many years ago, after we discovered the truth about Sarrano, we could have disappeared into the outer quads, hidden and been safe.

Grayson Hunt:
But I dragged you all to the far reaches of the Dark Plains huntin' the good General. Yeah, I know, Ishi.

Ishi Sato:
I don't think you do. Your thirst to murder Sarrano for his crimes was never about revenge, it was a righteous mission to avenge the many innocents he used us to kill. You lead us on a quest for atonement. A chance to reclaim our souls. I always knew I would likely die for this pursuit.

Grayson Hunt:
You think too highly of my motives.

Ishi Sato:
No matter what happens, no matter what I say as I lose possession of my mind, know this: you are my brother, I followed you of free will, and I do not hold you accountable.

Ishi Sato:
Run! I'm not in control of myself!

General Sarrano:
That's right. That would be me!

Ishi Sato:
I'm sorry, Gray... it's not me... he's forcing me... to kill you!

General Sarrano:
Choke that sucker, crush his throat! Dead at the hands of his oldest chum! Better than I ever dreamed!

Grayson Hunt:
More man... than machine... you can break control... you can beat the AI!

Ishi Sato:
I cannot! I cannot stop it! Do not make me do this!

Grayson Hunt:
I don't hold you... accountable.

Grayson Hunt:
Okay. Fine. We were all dead men anyway, dead for years now. Just needed to do this one last thing. Just had to make sure we didn't go to hell alone, General. I'm gonna take you... take every mother f***ing last one of you with us. And a sudden plunge in the sullen swell. Ten fathoms deep, on the road to hell.

Grayson Hunt:
Nice view. Wanna make out? Just two gruff military hardened dudes sitting in an elevator snuggling out their woes in a totally hetero way.

Ishi Sato:
Ha!

Grayson Hunt:
The nervous chuckle. Either your human side gets the joke or your computer side likes the way I look in these pants.

Ishi Sato:
Or a little of both perhaps.

Grayson Hunt:
Hey I'm not judging. I'm just a good look man.