Jack Curtis:
Gosh, don't we ever get any R&R around here?
Blake Curtis:
Well, what do you call those three days you just spent in the hospital?
Jack Curtis:
You call healing from a psionic implant a vacation? Boy, somebody around here's got a sick sense of humor...
[Blake looks at him dangerously]
Jack Curtis:
... Sir.
Blake Curtis:
[stern] Now look... Personally, I couldn't agree more with you. HOWEVER... Vacation authorization comes STRICTLY from the President, NOT me. Next question?
[Jack and Troy have just received their psionic "Shock" implants]
Jack Curtis:
I feel like hell.
Troy Alexander:
They say the first one hurts the most.
Troy Alexander:
Man, aren't you getting tired of these games? I am.
Jack Curtis:
Seems to me, if we're calling it a game, we're still not ready for a mission.
Jack Curtis:
I've never been to Triton before. Any pointers?
Troy Alexander:
Yeah: Don't drink the water, and don't breathe the air.
[while the game is loading the mission where you have to use your Psionics to defeat your nightmare]
President Krieger:
Hm, hm, hm, hm, hm. Welcome to your own worst nightmare! You might as well save us both the effort and give up without a fight.
[while the game is loading the mission where you have to avoid shooting the Hostage Droids]
Troy Alexander:
There aren't enough bullets in this Solar System to blast all those terrorists. So use your Psionics. But don't waste the Hostage Droids, or you'll miss the point of the mission.