Halo

Sgt. Johnson:
Well, I don't care if it's God's own personal anti-son-of-a-b*tch machine, or a giant hoola hoop, we're not gonna let 'em have it!

Sgt. Johnson:
We are going to blow the hell out of those dumb bugs until we don't have anything left to shoot 'em with! And then, we are going to strangle them with their own-living-guts!

Captain Keyes:
Stow your belly-aching, soldier.

Captain Keyes:
Real pretty. Friend of yours?

Cortana:
If I still had fingers, they'd be crossed.

Sgt. Johnson:
When we meet the enemy, we will rip their skulls from their spine, and toss 'em away, laughin'!

343 Guilty Spark:
Greetings. I am the Monitor of installation 04. I am 343 Guilty Spark. Someone has released the Flood. My function is to prevent it from leaving this installation. But I require your assistance.

343 Guilty Spark:
Why naturally the Flood is simply too dangerous to release, and mass sterilization protocols may again need to be enacted. Of course, samples were kept here after the last catastrophic outbreak... for study. It seems... that decision may have been an error.

343 Guilty Spark:
You can see how the body's been transformed by the genetic restructuring of the Flood infection. The small creatures carry spores that cause a host to mutate. The mutated host then produces spores that can pass the Flood to others. It is insidious and elegant. As long as any hosts remain, the Flood is virulent.

Grunt:
You're all gonna die!

Sgt. Johnson:
Hit it, Marines! Go! Go! Go! The corp ain't payin' us by the hour!

Grunt:
They're everywhere!

Grunt:
He's killed an Elite! Run!

Pvt. Bisent:
Mira! A Mark V!

Cortana:
Hmm. Your architecture is a lot like the Pillar of Autumns.

The Master Chief:
Don't get any ideas.

Grunt:
I'll bite your kneecaps off!