This thread is for quotes that *aren't* in any written works - for those scrips and scraps that you figure someone else might use but you never will - or just bits that you find entertaining. Feel free to poach.
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"If you have a Destined Savior - one hero about whom the fate of the world revolves, don't let him or her be horribly traumatized as a child. It will give the forces arrayed against the poor waif one more thing to attack with. It will leave them suffering and whimpering when they should be saving the world. Worse yet, it will lead to the creation of scads and scads of Horriby Emo Fanfic, and no one wants that."
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"Sometimes, I lie awake at night and rederive forgotten bits of physics in my head."
"Sometimes, I lie awake at night and try to figure out what orders to give to my faithful gerbil worshippers this week, and what miracles to perform on their behalf."
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"Why is he doing that?"
"Because he thinks it makes him look cool."
"It *does* make him look cool."
"Shut up! Don't encourage him."
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He was smiling that smile - you know, the gambler's smile. The one that says "Someone's about to get taken for a whole lotta money, and I don't *think* it's me."
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Getting in contact with a highly skilled, black market cyberdoc: 1,200 nuyen
three square inches of doublethick nanoweave, precisely placed: 15,000 nuyen
general medical fees associated with the process: 7,000 nuyen
that moment when the vampire realizes that your carotid arteries are armor-plated: priceless.
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It's true. When the little green man warns you that you really ought to stop harrassing him and go away now, he *might* be bluffing.
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"Dude! I couldn't deal out ranged damage if my life depended on it!"
"Y'know...that's just not a good sign."
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Mr. Simpson had a problem. He had a little girl, who he loved with all his heart, who was as precious to him as his own life, and he knew - he *knew* that some day she would grow up. She would grow up to be beautiful. He was sure of it. She would grow up to be stunningly beautiful and ferociously intelligent and classy and charming and all of the boys would want her. They would want her. Those dirty little boys with their dirty little hands and their dirty little minds would want her, and some of them might even be brave enough to ask her out. She might say yes. Those little dirtbags didn't deserve his daughter! He had to keep her safe. He had to. They were going to ask her. He couldn't stop them, unless he killed them all himself, and he realized that killing off the slightly under 50% of the world population that consisted of Males Who Were Not Him was probably a little beyond him. In any case, it was an uncertain solution. He might miss one or two. Uncertainty meant imperfection, and for his daughter, everything must be perfect. He'd simply have to make sure that she never said yes. That's all. Still...how was he to do that? He had to think. Think!
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"If you have a Destined Savior - one hero about whom the fate of the world revolves, don't let him or her be horribly traumatized as a child. It will give the forces arrayed against the poor waif one more thing to attack with. It will leave them suffering and whimpering when they should be saving the world. Worse yet, it will lead to the creation of scads and scads of Horriby Emo Fanfic, and no one wants that."
----
"Sometimes, I lie awake at night and rederive forgotten bits of physics in my head."
"Sometimes, I lie awake at night and try to figure out what orders to give to my faithful gerbil worshippers this week, and what miracles to perform on their behalf."
----
"Why is he doing that?"
"Because he thinks it makes him look cool."
"It *does* make him look cool."
"Shut up! Don't encourage him."
----
He was smiling that smile - you know, the gambler's smile. The one that says "Someone's about to get taken for a whole lotta money, and I don't *think* it's me."
----
Getting in contact with a highly skilled, black market cyberdoc: 1,200 nuyen
three square inches of doublethick nanoweave, precisely placed: 15,000 nuyen
general medical fees associated with the process: 7,000 nuyen
that moment when the vampire realizes that your carotid arteries are armor-plated: priceless.
----
It's true. When the little green man warns you that you really ought to stop harrassing him and go away now, he *might* be bluffing.
----
"Dude! I couldn't deal out ranged damage if my life depended on it!"
"Y'know...that's just not a good sign."
----
Mr. Simpson had a problem. He had a little girl, who he loved with all his heart, who was as precious to him as his own life, and he knew - he *knew* that some day she would grow up. She would grow up to be beautiful. He was sure of it. She would grow up to be stunningly beautiful and ferociously intelligent and classy and charming and all of the boys would want her. They would want her. Those dirty little boys with their dirty little hands and their dirty little minds would want her, and some of them might even be brave enough to ask her out. She might say yes. Those little dirtbags didn't deserve his daughter! He had to keep her safe. He had to. They were going to ask her. He couldn't stop them, unless he killed them all himself, and he realized that killing off the slightly under 50% of the world population that consisted of Males Who Were Not Him was probably a little beyond him. In any case, it was an uncertain solution. He might miss one or two. Uncertainty meant imperfection, and for his daughter, everything must be perfect. He'd simply have to make sure that she never said yes. That's all. Still...how was he to do that? He had to think. Think!