Shadow Hearts

Yuri Hyuga:
But thanks to that voice, I'm changing from your ordinary bad-boy type into a real psycho.

Yuri Hyuga:
I save that girl and don't get so much as a SMILE. C'mon, aren't they supposed to get all dewy-eyed, "Ooh, Mr. Yuri! Thank you ever so much! SMOOCH!"... Ain't that how it's s'posed to go?... Oh man, now I'm all depressed.

Yuri Hyuga:
Well then, don't sneak up on us! And if you do, at least do a good job of it...

Red-eyed Child:
If we're gonna get eaten no matter what, I at least wanna taste the girl! Lemme have the girl!

Yuri Hyuga:
Hah! Tough luck, kids! If anyone's going to eat her, it's me!

Yellow-eyed Child:
Ooh, you're so bad!

Margarete G. Zelle:
Hah! I can see the look on that idiot Kawashima's face now... Not that I know what she looks like.

Yuri Hyuga:
...Ugh. H-hey now... What's with the big boom alla sudden... [looks up to see Margarete standing over his head, who's wearing a skirt] Whoa! Lady, I can see your...

Margarete G. Zelle:
Good, you're alive. Thank God the bomb I designed to SAVE people didn't end up killing them! Anyway, I hope you got a good look, sonny boy. Just think of it as my apology.

Margarete G. Zelle:
Right on schedule! The bomb I set in the train depot just went off.

Yuri Hyuga:
Damn, Margarete, how many firecrackers do you have up there?

Margarete G. Zelle:
Look here, Missy! This is no time for casual discourse on somniloquy! We're going to crash! CRASH, I tell you!

Margarete G. Zelle:
Are you all right? You scraped your knee! Let me have a look at that.

Joshua:
Yeowch! I'm okay, ma'am. That hurts! Ma'am!

Margarete G. Zelle:
You mean "miss", don't you?

Joshua:
O-okay, m, miss!

Alice Elliot:
What a horrible way to treat a child. Say there, where's your home, little boy?

Joshua:
My home? [runs onto the street and points] That way!

Margarete G. Zelle:
Do you want us to take you there, little boy?

Joshua:
Really? Thank you, miss ma'am.

Margarete G. Zelle:
I don't appreciate that phrase...

Yuri Hyuga:
Ha ha! Now that's a brave lad there.

Joshua:
Thanks for everything sir, miss... and er, miss ma'am.

Margarete G. Zelle:
Oh think nothing of it! Well, I'm so glad it all worked out. Anyway... Next time you call me "miss ma'am"... I will kill you. Bye bye now!