The Chronicles of Riddick: Escape from Butcher Bay

Hoxie:
Allready trying to get under my skin, Riddick?

Richard B. Riddick:
It'l be easier... if I had something sharp.

Richard B. Riddick:
Hmm... a med-station, takes away the hurt, leaves the pain.

Richard B. Riddick:
Today, Johns, you get f***ed.

Richard B. Riddick:
Talking about me? Never wise.

Richard B. Riddick:
[disguising himself as a guard] The wolf moves among sheep.

Richard B. Riddick:
Uh oh, looks like that memory's still working, Johns.

Richard B. Riddick:
[talking to guard] The dark... are you afraid? I'm not. The dark is afraid of me.

Abbott:
You're messin' with the natural order of things here, Riddick. As a result someone can get hurt. And we don't want that.

Richard B. Riddick:
Speak for yourself.

Riot Guard:
Prisoner! This is restricted area! What are you doing here?

Richard B. Riddick:
Oh. Heh. Sorry, my mistake.

Riot Guard:
Sh*t, you're Riddick!

Richard B. Riddick:
I think you're gonna need backup.

Riot Guard:
Command, I need backup!

Richard B. Riddick:
[Riddick loses his assault rifle and resorts to getting into grabbing range on the prison guard. Both of them fall down a pit with Riddick surviving] It ain't the fall that get you. It's the sudden stop at the bottom.

William J. Johns:
[to a prisoner] You wanna get moving, or do you want me to help you? Believe me, you don't want my help.

Richard B. Riddick:
The main frame security will be tight... I like a challenge

Richard B. Riddick:
[Picks up his first assault rifle] Now things get interesting...

Hoxie:
I should just have them put slugs in both your heads right now!

Richard B. Riddick:
Why ruin a nice carpet?

Hoxie:
What to do, what to do... hmmm. I've got entire regions rioting. My slam has become a damn warzone. I'm losing men faster than I can replace them... and all this unrest... well, it began soon after you arrived, Riddick.

Richard B. Riddick:
Could be a coincidence.

Hoxie:
I'm sending you to the mines, Riddick. Down below the surface, where the sun never shines. You'll be the target of every con looking to make his bones with the Aquilas. I expect things could get ugly.

Richard B. Riddick:
I'll be disappointed, if they don't.

Guard:
[Talking about Riddick] I only heard what he looks like.

Guard:
[Notices a guard that is actually Riddick in disguise] He looks... kinda like *that* guy.

Guard 2:
Ok, right...

Jagger Valance:
Things work the same down here as they do up there. You give and you get.

Richard B. Riddick:
Trust me Jagger, what I can give... you don't wanna get.

Mattsson, Silencio, Zuni, Fateen:
It's true, I swear on my mother's grave!

Molina, Quintana, Trigo:
You can swear on whoever's grave you want, it's still BS.

Mattsson, Silencio, Zuni, Fateen:
I ain't bullshitting, Trigo.

Molina, Quintana, Trigo:
Ah shut up, get your god damn head checked or something.

Mattsson, Silencio, Zuni, Fateen:
I did that once... Ain't no fun.

Theo, Zlonzo, Barassa:
Well do it again, and this time get him to amalyze your mind or something, like that guy Sigmen Floyd.

Molina, Quintana, Trigo:
Sigmen *who*?

Theo, Zlonzo, Barassa:
Sigmen Floyd man! He was like some psycho professor from a long time ago or whatever who said all guys wanna screw their mom or something. And he discovered dreams, the mind, subconscious and f***ing who knows what else!

Molina, Quintana, Trigo:
Sh*t, the mind?

Theo, Zlonzo, Barassa:
Yeah man... Hey you know what, shut the hell up, I'm trying to explain here!

Molina, Quintana, Trigo:
Relax Holmes, sorry!

Theo, Zlonzo, Barassa:
Anyway, he discovered the mind... and uh... cerebral stuff...

Molina, Quintana, Trigo:
Now *that* is hardcore.

Theo, Zlonzo, Barassa:
Yeah man, Sigmen Floyd!

William J. Johns:
Rise and shine, jackass.

Guard:
I don't deserve to die!

Guard:
...Ok, maybe I do! But I don't wanna die!

[the player kills a guard supervising Valya]

Valya:
Greetings space traveler! I find myself detained in custody with no other fun than that jester which you just disposed of!

Richard B. Riddick:
I found him only mildly amusing.

Valya:
Watch your tongue space traveler! Still, I appreciate your kind gesture despite having killed the poor jester! Haha!

Georgie:
[Distracting the guards for Riddick] Hey guards! Over here, *guards*!

Georgie:
You know what I got? I got contraband! I got shivs! I got clubs! I got guns, man! Guns, man! Yeah haha, mother f***ers!

Georgie:
I got drugs, I got porn! I'll be damned if I'm not wearing forbidden under wear! Yeah, haha!

Waman:
That's the stupidest idea I've ever heard!

Girish:
Why? It'll work.

Waman:
No! No f***ing way, it'll never work! And you know why?

Girish:
No, tell me.

Waman:
Well there are two reasons. First, you are a f***ing moron, that's reason number one. Number two is a simple fact, a fact you know like gravity, and hand-jobs. Number two is a simple as you are.

Girish:
I'm not simple.

Waman:
[Scoffing] Then your idea must be brilliant... But it's *sh*t*! Why? Wanna hear reason number two? Those rifles the guards carry... They are DNA encoded!

Girish:
What do you mean?

Waman:
Well, you know what DNA is right? Well those rifles track your DNA! They won't fire a single damn cap unless you're in the central database - which you *aren't*!

Girish:
What if... I could get into that database?

Waman:
That is a fact. *Fact*. You hear me? You cannot use the guns, *period*.

Girish:
But! What if I could get into that database.

Waman:
What do you mean 'get into that database'? You can't!

Girish:
I've seen a map, over here. The database computers aren't that far off.

Waman:
Who the *hell* told you this?

Girish:
Ugh... I forget. I'm simple, remember?

Waman:
Oh great, Girish, you're lying - you're a f***ing liar!

Girish:
Don't want to talk about it? Ok.