Wolfenstein: The New Order2014

William 'B.J' Blazkowicz:
Fergus. I need the keys to the Archives. You got 'em?

Fergus Reid:
Yeah. Hang on. [Puts his boot down and then tries to open the drawer but the drawer gets stuck] F***, f***, f***!

William 'B.J' Blazkowicz:
You okay, Fergus?

Fergus Reid:
I'm gettin' old, Blazkowicz. I don't know how much long I can keep doing this.

William 'B.J' Blazkowicz:
We'll be alright, we can still get the job done.

Fergus Reid:
Aye. For how much longer? [Grabs a knife to try to open the drawer]

William 'B.J' Blazkowicz:
What is this about, Fergus?

Fergus Reid:
I don't know. Nothing. Everything. It's about that boy godammit: Private Wyatt. [Sits in his chair] He should be here, instead of me. He was young, he had a potential. He could've given us a future. You and me, we're 2 f***in' mummies from the past. Running on nothing but willpower.

William 'B.J' Blazkowicz:
I made the wrong choice.

Fergus Reid:
Well that's f***in' obvious, isn't it? I was ready to die, I would've done it gladly. I worked my ass off to save the boy, Blazkowicz and you f***in' pissed it away on a whim. Remember Prendergast? That f***in' kid, he could've endured anything. Now he's gone, they're all f***in' gone, and you're stuck with this useless f***in' skeleton. F***in' tell me, what's the long term solution eh, who's gonna take over when we're too old and battered to strap on the holsters anymore? [Takes the knife and opens the drawer and takes the key and hands it to B.J] Now get the f*** out. I want a nap. [closes his room door]