Halo 2
2004 (VG)
Prophet of Truth: There are those who said this day would never come. What are they to say now?
The Master Chief: I need a weapon.
Grunt: (walking to a dead enemy) This waste of ammo, but me no care. (fires several rounds at corpse and laughs)
Marine Sergeant: Did I give you permission to bitch, soldier?
Marine: Okay, purple hearts for everybody!
Marine: I wonder if those aliens have insurance?
Grunt: (after killing you) I get his helmet!
Grunt #1: (after killing you) I get his helmet!
Gravemind: Silence fills the empty grave, now that I have gone. But my mind is not at rest, for questions linger on. I will ask, and you will answer. Cortana: Alright. Shoot.
Marine: This reminds me of the time I got herpes.
SpecOps Leader: (to Arbiter) You are the Arbiter, the will of the Prophets. But these are my Elites, their lives matter to me - yours does not. Arbiter: That makes two of us.
SpecOps Leader: When we joined the Covenant, we took an oath! SpecOps Elites: According to our station! All without exception! SpecOps Leader: On the blood of our fathers, on the blood of our sons, we swore to uphold the Covenant! SpecOps Elites: Even to our dying breath! SpecOps Leader: Those who would break this oath are heretics! Worthy of neither pity nor mercy! SpecOps Elites: We shall grind them into dust! Wipe them as excrement from our boots! SpecOps Leader: And continue our march to glorious salvation! SpecOps Leader: This armour suits you, Arbiter. But it cannot hide that mark. Arbiter: Nothing ever will. SpecOps Leader: You are the Arbiter. The will of the Prophets. But these are my Elites. Their lives matter to me, yours does not. Arbiter: That makes two of us.
Arbiter: There was only one ship. Prophet of Truth: One? Are you sure? Arbiter: Yes, they called it "The Pillar of Autumn." Prophet of Mercy: Why was it not destroyed with the rest of their fleet? Arbiter: It fled as soon as we set fire to their planet. But I followed with all the ships under my command. Prophet of Truth: When you first saw Halo, were you blinded by its majesty?
(first lines) Arbiter: (standing before the heirarchs and the counsel) There was only one ship. Prophet of Truth: One? Are you sure? Arbiter: Yes. They called it the "Pillar of Autumn" Prophet of Mercy: Why was it not destroyed with the rest of their fleet? Arbiter: It fled as we set fire to their planet. I followed with all the ships in my command. Prophet of Regret: When you first saw Halo, were you blinded by its magesty? Arbiter: Blinded? Prophet of Regret: Paralyzed? Dumbstruck? Arbiter: No! Prophet of Regret: Yet the humans were able to evade your ships, land on the sacred ring, and descrate it with their filty footsteps! Arbiter: Noble hierarchs, surely you understand that once the parasite attacked... (crowd uproars) Prophet of Mercy: There will be order in this counsel! Prophet of Truth: (Gestures the crowd to be silent) You were right to focus your attention on The Flood, but this Demon? This Master Chief? Arbiter: By the time I learned of the Demon's intent, there was nothing I could do! (crowd uproars again) Prophet of Regret: (whispering) Prophet of Truth, this has gone on long enough! Make an example of this bungler! The Counsel demands it! Prophet of Truth: (to the Arbiter) You are one of our most treasured instruments. Long have you lead your fleet with honor and distinction. But, your inability to safeguard Halo was a colossal failure. Counselman: Nay! It was heresy! (crowd uproars intensely) Arbiter: I will continue my campaign against the humans! Prophet of Truth: No, you will not. (Signals the Honor Guards to take him away) Prophet of Truth: The Great Journey is about to begin. But, when it does, the weight of your heresy will stay your feet... and you shall be left behind.
Sgt. Johnson: Now listen up! Back in my day, we didn't have fancy tanks! We had sticks. Two stick and a rock for the entire platoon! And we had to share the rock! You should consider yourself very lucky marines!
Sgt. Johnson: (if the Master Chief dies) Ha ha very funny Chief! (pause) Sgt. Johnson: Uh Oh
Cortana: (after seeing Gravemind) What... is that? Gravemind: I... I am a monument to all your sins... Arbiter: (Struggling) The Master Chief: Relax. I'd rather not piss this thing off. Arbiter: Demon! Gravemind: This one is machine and nerve and has its mind concluded; this one is but flesh and faith and is the more deluded... Arbiter: Kill me or release me, parasite. But do not waste my time with talk! Gravemind: There is much talk... and I have listened through rock and metal and time... Now I shall talk and you shall listen... 2401 Penitent Tangent: Greetings! I am 2401 Penitent Tangent, I am the monitor of installation 05... Prophet of Regret: -and I am the Prophet of Regret, Counsil of most high, heirarch of the Covenant! 2401 Penitent Tangent: (looks at Master Chief) A reclaimer, here? At last! We have much to do! This facility must be activated if we are to control this outbreak! Prophet of Regret: Stay where you are! Nothing can be done until my sermon is complete! 2401 Penitent Tangent: Not true! This installation has a successful utilization record of 1.2 trillion simulated and 1 actual. It is ready to fire on demand. Prophet of Regret: Of all the objects that our Lords left behind, there are none so worthless as these Oracles! They know nothing of the Great Journey! 2401 Penitent Tangent: And you know nothing about containment! You have demonstrated complete disregard for even the most basic protocols! Gravemind: This one's Containment, and this one's Great Journey are the same... Your prophets have promised you freedom from a doomed existance, but you will find no salvation on this ring. Those that built this place knew what they wraught. Do not mistake their intent or all will perish as they did before The Master Chief: This thing is right; Halo is a weapon. Your prophets are making a big mistake Arbiter: Your ignorance already destroyed one of the sacred rings, Demon. It shall not harm another! Gravemind: If you will not hear the truth, then I will show it to you. (to the Chief) You will search one likely spot, (to the Arbiter) and you will search another. Fate may have placed us as foes, but this ring will make is brothers.
The Master Chief: (watches the Arbiter struggle against the Gravemind's tentacles) Relax. I'd rather not piss this thing off.
Cortana: (waits for the Master Chief to get oriented after a crash landing in a Pelican) Come on! Do I need to do CPR?
Elite: Our enemies are not going to kill themselves, you know.
Elite: Wort wort wort!
Elite: That battle was exhilarating... was it not?
Cortana: (explaining her theory on why the Prophet of Regret would be in the temple in front of Master Chief) If I were a megalomaniac, an I'm not, that is where I would be.
Marine: Whats the matter? Am I comin' on too strong?
Marine Sergeant: Hey, Kalamari!
Marine: Ah man, I love the beach! Marine: I hope you packed a suit, mate! Cortana: Cut the chatter! We got trouble!
SpecOps Elites: When we joined the Covenant, we took an oath! SpecOps Elites: According to our station! All without exception! SpecOps Leader: On the blood of our fathers, on the blood of our sons, we swore to uphold the Covenant! SpecOps Elites: Even to our dying breath! SpecOps Leader: Those who would break this oath are heretics! Worthy of neither pity nor mercy! SpecOps Elites: We shall grind them into dust! Wipe them as excrement from our boots! SpecOps Leader: And continue our march to glorious salvation! SpecOps Leader: This armour suits you, Arbiter. But it cannot hide that mark. Arbiter: Nothing ever will. SpecOps Leader: You are the Arbiter. The will of the Prophets. But these are my Elites. Their lives matter to me, yours does not. Arbiter: That makes two of us.
Marine: (after running over a Covenant) Hey, Do you know how to turn on the windshield wipers?
Marine: Heh! I ran out of grenades and accidently threw my lunch. (short pause) It's true!
Sgt. Johnson: Don't they teach you kids to SWEAR in basic anymore?
Marine: (after a player purposefully shoots his own man) Uhh... Chief, could you at least pretend to aim?
Sgt. Johnson: For a brick, he flew pretty good.
(last lines) The Master Chief: This is Spartan 117! Can anyone read me? Lord Hood: Isolate that signal! Master Chief, mind telling me what you're doing on that ship? The Master Chief: Sir. Finishing this fight.
Marine: (during a fire-fight) Have we tried reasoning with them?
Cortana: I'm sorry, were you trying to kill something?
Grunt #1: (the Special Ops team enters an area that shows signs of Flood infestation) Me have bad feeling about this... Grunt #2: You *always* have bad feeling! You had bad feeling about morning food nipple!
Cortana: (Sergeant Johnson has just delivered a Scorpion tank to the Master Chief and Cortana) Thanks for the tank. *He* never gets me anything. Sergeant Johnson: (manning a machine gun) Oh, I *know* what the ladies like.
Prophet of Truth: No enemy has ever withstood our might.
Sgt. Johnson: Where's the rest of your platoon? Marine: Wasted, Sarge. Marine: Which we will be too, sir! If we don't get the hell out of here! Sgt. Johnson: You hit, Marine? Marine: No, sir... Sgt. Johnson: Then listen up! You had the chance to be afraid before you joined my beloved corps! But to guide you back to the true path, I've brought this motivational device! (indicates Scorpion Tank) Sgt. Johnson: Our big green style cannot be defeated!
Marine: Dear Sarge, having a lovely time kicking ass in outer space - wish you were here! Sgt. Johnson: (over intercom) I heard that, Jackass!
Marine Sergeant: Get the hell out of my armory, split lip!
Cortana: (on radio) The message just repeats - "Regret. Regret. Regret." Miranda Keyes: (on radio on another ship) Catchy. Any idea what it means? Sergeant Johnson: (on radio on another ship, speaking in the position of a Covenant) Dear humanity, we regret being alien bastards, we regret coming to Earth, and we most definitely regret the Corps just blew up our raggedy-ass fleet! Pilots: (along with Sgt. Johnson) (shouts) Ooh-ra!
Marine: Dude are you made of leprechauns? Cause that was awesome!
Marine: (shooting an Elite on the ground) That's for my little brother!
Prophet of Truth: The council decided to have y' hung by your entrails and your corpse paraded through the city. But ultimately, the terms of your execution are up to me. Arbiter: I am already dead.
Prophet of Truth: The council decided to have you hung by your entrails and your corpse paraded throughout the city. But, ultimately, the terms of your execution are up to me. Arbiter: I am already dead. Prophet of Truth: Indeed. Do you know where we are? Arbiter: The Mausoleum of the Arbiters. Prophet of Truth: Quite. Here rests the vanguard of the Great Journey: every Arbiter from first to last. Created and conceived in times of extraordinary crisis. Prophet of Mercy: The Taming of the Hunters! The Grunt Rebellion! Were it not for the Arbiter, the Covenant would have broken long ago! Arbiter: Even on my knees, I do not belong in their presence. Prophet of Truth: The destruction of Halo was your error, and your rightly bear the blame, but the council was overzealous; we know you are no heretic. THIS is the true face of heresy, one who would subvert our faith and incite rebellion against the high council. (Turns on a halogram projector to reveal a recording of the Heretic Leader) Heretic Leader: Our Prophets are false! Open your eyes, my brothers! They would use the faith of our forefathers to bring ruin to us all! The Great Journey- (Truth turns off the projector) Prophet of Truth: This heretic, and those who follow him, must be silenced. Prophet of Mercy: This slandered offends all we hold sacred! Arbiter: What do you suggest? I can no longer command ships, lead troops into battle... Prophet of Truth: -Not as you are, but, become the Arbiter, and you shall be set loose against this heresy with our blessing. (a pod descends to the floor and opens, revealing the Arbiter's new armor) Prophet of Truth: . Arbiter: What of the council? Prophet of Mercy: The tasks you must undertake as the Arbiter are perilous! Suicidal! You will die as each Arbiter has before you! The council will have their corpse. Arbiter: (Walks over to the Arbiter armor and puts on the helmet) What would you have your Arbiter do?
Sgt. Johnson: Please... don't shake the light bulb!
Arbiter: Those that built the rings? What happened to the Forerunners? 343 Guilty Spark: After exhausting every strategic attempt, my creators fired the rings. They and every sentient life form within three radii of the galatic center died as planned. Would you like to see the relevant data? Arbiter: Tartarus, the Prophets have betrayed us. Tartarus: NO, Arbiter! The Great Journey has begun, and the Brutes, not the Elites, shall be the Prophets' escort!
Arbiter: (after the Arbiter captures the Index, Keyes, and Sgt. Johnson) Excellent work, Arbiter! The hierarchs will be pleased! Arbiter: The icon is my responsibility. Tartarus: *Was* your responsibility. Now, it is mine. A bloody fate awaits you and the rest of your incompetent race, and I, Tartarus, chieftain of the Brutes, will see to it. Arbiter: When the Prophets learn of this, they will take your head! Tartarus: *When* they learn? Ha ha ha ha ha ha! Fool! They ordered me to do it.
Miranda Keyes: (after the ring is shut down) What's that? 343 Guilty Spark: A beacon. Miranda Keyes: What's it doing? 343 Guilty Spark: Communicating at superluminous speeds with the frequency of... Miranda Keyes: -Communicating with what? 343 Guilty Spark: The other installations. Miranda Keyes: Show me. 343 Guilty Spark: Failsafe protocol; in the event of an unexpected shut down, the installation will move to standby status. All installations are now elidgible for remote activation. Miranda Keyes: Remote activation? From here? 343 Guilty Spark: Don't be ridiculous! Sgt. Johnson: Listen, Tinkerbell, don't make me... Miranda Keyes: Then where? Where would somebody go to activate the other rings? 343 Guilty Spark: ... Why, the Ark, of course! Arbiter: And where, Oracle, is that?
Cortana: Wait! Stop! That's what I thought he said! The Master Chief: What? Cortana: That Prophet, he's going to activate Halo! The Master Chief: Are you sure? Prophet of Regret: (Cortana playing back the Prophet's comments) I shall light this holy ring, release it's cleansing flame, and burn a path into the divine beyond! Cortana: Pretty much.
American Marine: This is our Alamo! Mexian Marine: Hey, I'm not from Texas, buco!
Heretic Leader: I wondered whom the Prophets would send to silence me. An Arbiter! I'm flattered. SpecOps Leader: He's using a holodrone. He must be close! Come out so we may kill you! Heretic Leader: Hahahahahahaha... get in line.
The Master Chief: Sir, request permission to leave the station. Lord Hood: For what purpose, Master Chief? The Master Chief: To give the Covenant back their bomb. Lord Hood: Permission granted.
Cortana: Just one question. What if you miss? The Master Chief: I won't.
Grunt: You can't hide from me!
Elite: (killing Master Chief) I'm sure the Prophets are gonna reward me for this!
Grunt: Arbiter our savior! Stupid jackal, say thank you!
Grunt: How come there never be Arbiter grunt?
Grunt: If hungry, eat jackal.
Grunt: Need... to... change... backpack.
Grunt: We make fire... sing songs?
Marine Sergeant: Fall in over here! Marine: Yeah, you got it. Will there be snacks?
Marine: Hey, if you're going to the fridge... grab me a beer, please?
Marine: The whole staring and heavy breathing thing doesn't really work for me.
Marine Sergeant: Grenades are like RAM - you can never have too much.
Marine Sergeant: If my face looked like a squid, I'd be angry, too!
Marine Sergeant: (after killing a covenant troop) Say good night, punk.
Marine: (if player has Master Chief staring in particular direction) Hey! Less looking, more shooting!
Cortana: I know what you're thinking, and it's crazy. The Master Chief: So, stay here. Cortana: Unfortunately for us both, I like crazy.
The Master Chief: (after deactivating the bomb) How much time was left? Cortana: You don't wanna know.
Marine: (referring to the Covenant boarders) They're in standard formation - little bastards up front, big ones in back. Good luck, Cairo.
Cortana: (the marines have just landed on a beach) Could you make anymore noise? (the Master Chief picks up rocket launcher) Cortana: Guess so.
Marine: I don't know who glassed Reach, but it sure wasn't you little girl scouts!
Marine: I don't know who glassed Reach, but it sure wasn't you stupid bastards!
Arbiter: The human who killed the Prophet of Regret... who was it? Tartarus: Who do you think? Arbiter: The demon is here? Tartarus: Why? Looking for a little payback? Arbiter: Retrieving the Icon is my only concern Tartarus: (Chuckles) Of course...
Marine: (after killing an enemy) Swing bada-bada swing!
Marine: Seriously, if you're not dead, you're fine!
Marine: I'll kill ya... a little bit!