Jak II
2003 (VG)
Jak: Where would you be without me, eh Dax? Daxter: Well, I probably wouldn't be 3 feet tall, fuzzy, and running in a sewer without wearing any pants... God, I miss pants.
Krew: While smuggling the huge statue through the sewers, 'ey, a grueling rainstorm flooded the whole place. The statue and five of my best men were swept away. Jak: That's terrible. Krew: Yes, a tragic loss. I've missed that statue ever since.
Pecker: I am Pecker! Yes, yes, I know, my mother, she was... very vindictive.
Pecker: Onin welcomes you, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah... the usual boring salutations. She says it is good to see you again, Jak. Jak: But we've never met before. Pecker: Before... after... it is all the same. Daxter: Oh! Oh! Let me try! Aaah... she wants a... She wants a yakow bone! A yakow bladder! No... no... I got it! For many moons... she has... waited for... a juice pop? A jewel shop? Oh... oh... I know, she's got a hairball? A hair lip? A hairy chest?
(Krew is telling Jak to enter a big race) Krew: Uh, and your contract, with just a few trifles for me. I've ah, already signed your name to save time, mmmmmnn. (Daxter grabs the contract and starts reading quickly) Daxter: We the racers hereby agree to give Krew all proceeds from race earnings, endorsement fees, broadcast royalties, syndications residuals, vehicle sponsorships, mall appearance fees, collectible card assets, fast-food tie-ins, use of likeness rights, talk show deals, clothing lines, all print rights including book, novella, comic, pamphlet, tickertape, neon sign and bathroom graffiti designs, toy rights, shoe lines, mood rings, game rights. (Daxter stops and looks at the camera) Daxter: GAME RIGHTS? (Daxter looks back at the contract) Daxter: Vitamin endorsements, city kickbacks, movie deals, and of course, all death and dismemberment accident insurance claims. Krew: Heh heh heh... we can work out the tiny details later.
(after Krew gives Jak an mission in the sewers) Jak: Great, more mucking in the mud... Daxter: I hate to burst your bathtub bubbles baby, but that ain't just mud down there.
Daxter: So there I was, toe to toe with FIVE of the nastiest Metal Heads you ever saw! Slime oozing from monstrous jaws! Teeth sharper than daggers! Slowly, all TEN of 'em surround me. But do I surrender? No! I summon my highly trained killer instincts, and pounce! Hya! Chooy! Whaa! HAA! And when the dust cleared, there were TWENTY less Metal Heads in the world! Tess: Ohhh, Daxter you're amazing! Daxter: Yeah, I know.
Daxter: (to Krew about job) Let me guess. Dark, murky water? Smells worse than your breath at an oyster fest? Fuller o' Metal Heads than your plate at a one-pass buffet? And of course, weapons more lethal than your ever so "tighty wighties" on a hot summer day? Jak: We're not doing anything until you tell us why the Baron is giving eco to the Metal Heads? Krew: (angry) I should have you both knee-capped, ay?
Krew: What is that awful smell? Daxter: Great! We do your dirty work, and end up smelling worse than a wet hip hog in a warm barn. Krew: No, I think it was my lunch, actually.
Jak: Kor! What's going on? Kor: I'm sure you know! Deep down in your darkest nightmares! We've met before, remember. (to Praxis) Everything is going exactly as planned. Daxter: (as Kor transforms) Jak! It's the metal head leader! Kor: Now you see! Without the shield walls corrupting my powers inside the city, I am my full potential now! So for the last time, give me the Precursor Stone! Baron Praxis: If the city must die, then we all die!
(first lines) Samos the Sage: For every age there is a time of trial. The rocks faced such a fire before they were the strength beneath our feet. The plants braved vast winds before their roots could give us life. As a sage of considerable years, I have known only one such great ordeal. Yet the hero it created was a champion of all time.
Daxter: Hey, Tattooed Wonder, how come we get all the crappy missions? Torn: Because I don't... like... you!
Vin: Oh, friendlies? Oh, thank goodness! We... so... whe... where's the army? Daxter: Ah... we're it. Vin: What? Just you two?What do they think I'm worth? Jak: I'm beginning to wonder that myself.
Jinx: You hear that? Mog: Sounds like I got gas.
Baron Praxis: You are the supreme weapon Jak. And I made you. Still... any leader worth his salt always has a back up plan. (he presses a button, revealing the bomb) Remember, the first rule to making a bomb... is to always make two... (he dies)