My other favorites:
"You annoying little flies!"
"You are starting to annoy me!"
"My emperor! I've faaaaailed yooooou!!"
"Is that the best you can do?"
"This thing will never hold together."
"I'll take the sky any day."
"They're on me! I'm gettin' careless!"
"Shoot the eight switches to open the lock!"
"OK, now hit the switcher!"
"No, hit the brakes!"
"I CAN'T STOP IIIIIIIIT!!!"
"Caiman here. No problems."
"Do you copy? Emergency manuevers!"
"Disrespectful little whelps!"
"I can't see anything... Fire anyway!" "Fox, get this guy off me!"
Didn't we have some fun though? Remember when the platform was sliding into the fire pit and I was like, "Goodbye" and you were like "NOOO WAAAY" and I was all "we pretended we were going to murder you" That was great..."
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.'
What is the difference between a man and a parasite? A man builds. A parasite asks 'Where is my share?' A man creates. A parasite says, 'What will the neighbors think?' A man invents. A parasite says, 'Watch out, or you might tread on the toes of God...'
The assassin has overcome my final line of defense, and now he plans to murder me. In the end what separates a man from a slave? Money? Power? No, a man chooses, and a slave obeys!
Osmund Saddler: Perhaps you are disillusioned with overconfidence, just because you killed my small-time subordinate?
Leon S. Kennedy: Saddler, you're small time.
Osmund Saddler: Writhe in my cage of torment, my friend.
Ramon Salazar: I've sent my right hand to dispose of you.
Leon S. Kennedy: Your right hand comes off?
Sheva Alomar: We're partners, to the end.
Barry Burton: Jill, here's a lockpick. It might come in handy if you, the master of unlocking, take it with you.
Barry Burton: That was too close. You were almost a Jill sandwich!
Sunflower: Conker, honey, fancy going for a little bounce?
Conker: A bounce? Okay... now this is what I call a platform game!
Gregg: Conker! Conker! Conker! Yes you, boy! You're dead! You are dead! Dead as a do... dead as a... I can't be arsed with this bloody, ridiculous contraption! Whose idea was this anyway? (pause) Right... hello... um... my name's Gregg... the Grim Reaper, and don't laugh!
Conker: Aren't you a little short to be a Grim Reaper?
Gregg: Well, how many Grim Reapers have you met before, mate? Well, what am I supposed to look like?
Conker: Yeah... that's a good point, and well made.
Gregg: Now... let's see... ah yes, Conker. Surname?
Conker: The Squirrel.
Gregg: The Squirrel... the... oh bloody hell, you would have to be a sodding squirrel, wouldn't you?
Conker: Why? Is there a problem with that?
Gregg: Well yes there is, actually! It's like those bloody cats! Such a pain in the arse! You're one of these special cases!
Conker: Oh really!
Gregg: Yes! Apparently, according to the powers that be... I'm just doing my job. I do what I'm told, and don't even get paid very much. Apprently, squirrels can have as many lives as they think they can get away with!
Conker: Oh, I see! So I'm not dead!
Gregg: You're dead, but not quite.
Conker: Huh! Right! I'll be off then!
Gregg: Tsuh! Just you wait, smartarse! You don't get out of that easily. Now, the thing is, you may not be dead, but that doesn't mean you can't die. You just have a few more, shall we say, chances. Yeah. Like cats! I hate those things! Right! Distributed around your little world are these tail things! Squirrels' tails. If you can get them, I'll give you an extra chance, understand?
Conker: Um... well... sounds a bit strange, but okay.
Gregg: Strange? It's the best bloody deal you're going to get, you little prick! Right! That's it! Piss off! I've got some cats to see! Bloody things... I hate those bloody cats... the way they meow and they piss everywhere... and their **** smells just bloody awful... (mumbles)
"We need your help, Starfox! Andross has declared WAR. He's invaded the Lylat System, and is trying to take over Corneria. Our army alone can't do the job - HURRY, STARFOX!"
From memory. You don't know who the team is yet, you just know that these guys have to be good, because even an entire planet's army need them to help out. A foreshadowing of the awesomity to come.
"I could see the planet as it appreared from space... That's when it finally hit me... Space exploration is nothing but another game in the power struggle between the US and the USSR. Politics, economics, the arms race... They're all just arenas for meaningless competition. I'm sure you can see that. But the world itself has no boundries - no East, no West, no Cold War..."
"A world without communism or capitalism... that is the world I wanted to see... But reality continued to betray me."
"It's not about changing the world. It's about doing our best to leave the world the way it is."
"Haven't you begun to understand? The kingdom being ruined and us left in this state... Isn't it petty, little battles like this that have caused it?"
"Tell me, Dr. Freeman, if you can. You have destroyed so much. What is it, exactly, that you have created? Can you name even one thing? ...I thought not."
"To build a city at the bottom of the sea: insanity. But where else could we be free from the clutching hand of the parasites? Where else could we build an economy that they would not try to control, a society they would not try to destroy? It was not impossible to build Rapture at the bottom of the sea. It was impossible to build it anywhere else."
"Even should the heavens fall, let Justice prevail."