"And the sun will rise in the north! No, the northwest! For forty four days and sixty seven nights! And we'll never notice!"
"Try new Blammo, soap! Blasts stains out. Blasts the whole world out. We've all been BLAMMO'D."
"In fourteen-hundred and ninety-two, your mother and my mother were hanging up clothes around the mulberry bush."
And the Schmalt-Tec Bobbleheads in Points Lookout:
Strength: "This is one situation you're not going to be able to fight your way out of."
Perception: "This doesn't look right, not right at all."
Endurance: "Keep it up, you're almost there... wherever 'there' may be... probably nowhere."
Charisma: "Blech. If my kid looked like that, I'd abandon it too."
Intelligence: "Tsk. Tsk. Walked right into another trap. Exactly how stupid are you?"
Agility: "Isn't it funny how everything you get close to ends up leaving?"
Luck: "Dead mother, life in a post-nuclear Wasteland and not a friend in it. Yeah, you aren’t exactly blessed"
Reilly: "How long have I been out?"
LW: "Oh it's been centuries. The world is a lush, green, paradise again."