"New Vegas and the Wasteland. You will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy. We must be cautious.” Obi-Wan Kenobi

There was this kid I grew up with; he was younger than me. Sorta looked up to me, you know. We did our first work together, worked our way out of Freeside. Things were good, we made the most of it. During the first Battle of Hoover Dam, we ran Med-X into Canada... made a fortune, your father, too. As much as anyone, I loved him and trusted him. Later on he had an idea to build a city out of a desert stop-over for wastelanders on the way to the West Coast. That kid's name was Mr. House, and the city he invented was New Vegas. This was a great man, a man of vision and guts. And there isn't even a plaque, or a signpost or a statue of him in that town! Someone disconnected his life support. No one knows who gave the order. When I heard it, I wasn't angry; I knew House, I knew he was head-strong, talking loud, saying stupid things. So when he turned up dead, I let it go. And I said to myself, this is the business we've chosen; I didn't ask who gave the order, because it had nothing to do with business!





Hyman Roth, The Godfather Part 2

"Know what they call a quarter pounder with cheese in Freeside?"

I love the smell of the Wastes in the morning.

I don't have to tell you things are bad. Everybody knows things are bad. It's a war. Everybody's out of work or scared of losing their job. The bottle cap buys an NCR dollar's worth, Caravans are going bust, shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter. Raiders are running wild in the street and there's nobody anywhere who seems to know what to do, and there's no end to it. We know the air is unfit to breathe and our food is unfit to eat, and we sit listening to the radio while some local DJ tells us that today we had fifteen homicides and sixty-three violent crimes, as if that's the way it's supposed to be. We know things are bad - worse than bad. They're crazy. It's like everything everywhere is going crazy, so we don't go out anymore. We sit in the house, and slowly the world we are living in is getting smaller, and all we say is, 'Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms. Let me have my toaster and my radio and my steel-belted radials and I won't say anything. Just leave us alone.' Well, I'm not gonna leave you alone. I want you to get mad! I don't want you to protest. I don't want you to riot - I don't want you to write to president Kimbal because I wouldn't know what to tell you to write. I don't know what to do about the war and the radiation and the Legion and the crime in the street. All I know is that first you've got to get mad.

You've got to say, 'I'm a HUMAN BEING, Goddamnit! My life has VALUE!' So I want you to get up now. I want all of you to get up out of your chairs. I want you to get up right now and go to the window. Open it, and stick your head out, and yell,
'I'M AS MAD AS HELL, AND I'M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE!' I want you to get up right now, sit up, go to your windows, open them and stick your head out and yell - 'I'm as mad as hell and I'm not going to take this anymore!' Things have got to change. But first, you've gotta get mad!... You've got to say, 'I'm as mad as hell, and I'm not going to take this anymore!' Then we'll figure out what to do about the radiation and the mutations and the raiders. But first get up out of your chairs, open the window, stick your head out, and yell, and say it: "I'M AS MAD AS HELL, AND I'M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE!"




Howard Beale, The Network

I am gravely disappointed. Again you have made me unleash my dogs of war. Look at what remains of your gallant scouts. Why? Because you're selfish! You hoard your water and power. Now, my prisoners say you plan to take your water out of Lake Mead.You sent them out this morning to find a Pack Brahmin. An animal big enough to haul that fat tank of water. What a puny plan! Look around you. This is the Valley of Death. Give me the damn, the water, the power and the whole compound, and I'll spare your lives. Just walk away. I will give you safe passage in the Wasteland. Just walk away and there will be an end to the horror. I await your answer.



Humungus Road Warrior

Why don't you burn him...see if his ashes glow green...

That was perfect. I applaud you.

Everything you see belongs to me, to one degree or another. The beggars and DJs and quick thieves here in Freeside, the NCR dives and gin mills and Omerta thugs on the strip, the hokers and amusers, the she-hes and the ghouls. Everybody owes, everybody pays. Because that's how you stand up against the rising of the tide.



Bill The Butcher, Gangs Of New York

"If you could see them, sir, then they weren't Legion"

John Wayne, Fort Apache

Even though large tracts of Nevada and many old and famous States have fallen or may fall into the grip of the legion and all the odious apparatus of Legion's rule, we shall not flag or fail.

We shall go on to the end, we shall fight in Freeside,
we shall fight on the lake and river,
we shall fight with growing confidence and growing strength in the air, we shall defend our Dam, whatever the cost may be,
we shall fight on the Shores,
we shall fight on the Deserts,
we shall fight in the fields and in the streets,
we shall fight in the hills;
we shall never surrender, and even if, which I do not for a moment believe, this City or a large part of it were subjugated and starving, then our nation beyond the deserts, armed and guarded by the New Californian Republic's Arms, would carry on the struggle, until, in God's good time, the New World, with all its power and might, steps forth to the rescue and the liberation of the old.

-Winston Churchhill made into a Fallout speech

Good, bad... I'm the guy with the gun.

-Ash, Army of Darkness

To Bomfy:

Thank you....I just wish this had kept going....

...It's three miles to Vegas. I have a full magazine, half a pack of Mentats, it's dark, and I'm wearing sunglasses. Hit it.

...It's three miles to Vegas. I have a full magazine, half a pack of Mentats, it's dark, and I'm wearing sunglasses. Hit it.


Absolutley perfect!

"We can't stop here, this is boomer country."

"The NCR is the worst form of government; except all the others that have been tried."

Swish lizard:

Everytime I think about the character Fantastic and the line about his Theoretical degree in physics, I just start laughing. That has to be one of the best lines in the game so far...

Sorry, I know I am going off my own topic but reading that line again just made me crack up. Thanks.

"Bugs, bugs never change."

Ron Perlmen.

Reno

...And Saint Attila raised the hand grenade up on high, saying, "O Lord, bless this Thy hand grenade that with it Thou mayest blow Thine enemies to tiny bits, in Thy mercy." And the Lord did grin and the people did feast upon the dogs and coyotes and wolf and brahmin and bighorner and bubblegum, and radscorpions and giant mant... ["skip a bit, brother"]... And the Lord spoke, saying, "First shalt thou take out the Holy Pin, then shalt thou count to three, no more, no less. Three shall be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, neither count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out. Once the number three, being the third number, be reached, then lobbest thou thy Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch towards thy foe, who being naughty in My sight, shall snuff it." Amen.

Monty Python and the Holy Grail

Pulp Fiction!

"They killed Boone! And now they're going to kill ME! OHH MY GAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWD"

Source: Unknown. Mako Vlazkov's reaction to Blind Deathclaws.

I think it's from troll 2.

Only the dead have seen the end of Vegas.

Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a courier. Choose a companion.
Choose a [censored] big laser rifle, choose miniguns, flamers,
missile launchers and the fat man. Choose high HP, low rads, and damage resistance. Choose low cap payments.
Choose a suite in the lucky 38. Choose your companions. Choose leather armour and matching headwear. Choose a
workbench on hire purchase in a range of [censored] paint colours.
Choose repair and wondering who the [censored] you are on a Sunday morning.
Choose sitting on that dirty sofa listening to Mr. New Vegas on the radio, stuffing [censored] Cram into your mouth. Choose
rotting away like a ghoul, dying in a miserable
sewer, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, [censored] up
companions you hired to protect yourself.

Choose your future.

Choose life.

- Trainspotting