Isamu: What about the two times I bought you lunch in highschool? (fires two missiles)
Guld: I bought you lunch THIRTEEN times! (fires a swarm of missiles)
Fritz: So, you're still alive, little girl! I complement you on your audaciousness. The name I have proudly carried since birth is Fritz Stanford. I am the acting captain of the glorious Aryan Socialist Union, and you a nefarious graverobber. This is clearly the most fated of confrontations. For the sake of those who died for the union, you shall atone with your blood. BEHOLD! Witness this mighty gun I wield! I call it the Eisern Reich Luger Special. The barrel is the Luger Artillery long, and the frame is hardened carbon. Featuring a thick grip, and a two-bullet chamber, it is truly one of a kind. This weapon is far too destructive to be simply referred to as specialized in man-stopping! I am the only one on earth capable of taming this terrible gun. Are you afraid? There's no way your not! Now witness the awesome power of this -
Revy: Shut the f*** up. (shoots him)
Alberto: Now, don't get me wrong, kid. I', not doing this to help you, your buddies, or because saving the world gives me a warm, fuzzy feeling inside. I may not know all the details of this operation, but I will be damned if I'll sit on the sidelines while the fate of the world is decided by a megalomaniacal adolescent - that is for another time and place, in a showdown between Big Fire and you IPO Vigilantes.
Isn't that right?
Isn't that right!
ISN'T THAT RIGHT!
Isn't it... taiso...
EDIT: almost forogt this one.
Lock-On! Lock-On!
Lock-On! Lock-On!
Lock-On! Lock-On!