Fallout: New Vegas

Courier:
You said before you had something taken from you.

Doc Mitchell:
Well, ain't we all, right? That was a long time ago. I don't pay it much mind anymore.

Courier:
You seem calm given the situation.

Colonel Hsu:
Calm is what you have to be when people look to you, and it's all you can be when things are out of your hands.

Robert Edwin House:
I haven't shown my hand - I've shown one card. I've given my enemies a single, provocative datum upon which to fixate. They have no idea what other cards I'm holding. It's a strong hand, believe me - I dealt it to myself.

Robert Edwin House:
Success depends on forethought, dispassionate calculation of probabilities, accounting for every stray variable.

Robert Edwin House:
Nothing to impede progress. If you want to see the fate of democracies, look out the windows.

Courier:
Wasn't the NCR's army big enough to defeat your securitrons and the Three Families?

Robert Edwin House:
Indeed it was - and still is. But not without taking significant casualties. Would Kimball and Oliver have traded the lives of hundreds of soldiers for absolute control of Hoover Dam? Oh yes. They weren't afraid of me, they were afraid of Caesar - that attacking me would leave them vulnerable to a Legion offensive. And so they negotiated. Not out of the kindness of their hearts, as they try to make it seem. Because the calculus of power left no other choice.

Caesar:
You're the courier who's caused so much trouble for my Legion, and yet you dare come before me. Vulpes Inculta, the best of my frumentarii, is dead. All the bribes I sent to the Omertas ended up buying me nothing. The Great Khans aren't exactly clamoring to fight for my Legion *now*. The garrison I established at Nelson has been wiped out. Years of meticulous scheming to place a mole at Camp McCarran - wasted. The Kings of Freeside are cooperating with the NCR now, which frees up soldiers to defend the dam. You even disrupted a promising weapons deal with the Van Graffs. So tell me this, because I *really* want to know: I am feared - with good reason - but *you* of all people dare to come before *me*, the mighty Caesar. What were you thinking?

Courier:
[Terrifying Presence option] That I'd decorate this tent with your guts.

Caesar:
Praetorians! To me!

Too many people have opinions on things they know nothing about. And the more ignorant they are, the more opinions they have.