XIII: "We just want you to enjoy the game- No, call it a sport."
Jack: "Of course, like polo, with chainsaws."
Amala: "Oh Jack, we couldn't find any trace of air born virus in the sample you sent. Still, I wouldn't go touching any corpses you find. It might be communicable, via bodily fluids."
Jack: "No touching corpses. Wow, you're chalk full of helpful hints."
Jack: "I'm outta here."
Amala: "What about the girl?"
Jack: "You're right, probably shoulda killed the *****, but I got work to do."
Amala: "What? No, I didn't mean- Wait, what work?"
Amala: "Luckily, you've been doing well, and they wouldn't just snuff out their highest rated performer."
Jack: "Assholes couldn't if they wanted to."
Jack: "You know what they say, 'Ashes to ashes, dust to dust'. Well, some of us never leave the dust. We spend our whole lives in it."
Amala: "Jack, be careful."
Jack: "Amala, I have a chainsaw on my arm. I'll be fine."
XIII: "Money is trivial Jack. I wanted to see things die. Not just people, bigger things; ideas, nations, cultures, gods. Like all the games before, I wanted to see the losers pay with more then just their lives. I wanted to see the winner win more than just money. I wanted to see them win the future, win the promise of power, but these games, they don't deserve the title of death watch. This is just watching the world burn.
Jack: "A mad world huh? Hmf, I'll fit right in."
Jack: "Aw Leo, tsk tsk tsk tsk poor little Leo. I'm no champion of justice, and I'm certainly not its *****."
Jack: "I don't help people, I kill them."
-Madworld, Wii