" . . .you the master of unlocking . . ."
"Wanna light?"
"Radio, what's going on with that radio"
"Mmmm, fresh meat."
Pirate: Guybrush Threepwood? That's the most ridiculous name I?ve ever heard!
Guybrush: Well, what's your name?
Pirate: My name is Mancomb Seepgood.
and of course . . .
"I am Andrew Ryan, and I'm here to ask you a question. Is a man not entitled to the sweat of his brow? 'No!' says the man in Washington, 'It belongs to the poor.' 'No!' says the man in the Vatican, 'It belongs to God.' 'No!' says the man in Moscow, 'It belongs to everyone.' I rejected those answers; instead, I chose something different. I chose the impossible. I chose... Rapture, a city where the artist would not fear the censor, where the scientist would not be bound by petty morality, Where the great would not be constrained by the small! And with the sweat of your brow, Rapture can become your city as well."
