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Campbell: What's the matter, Snake? You out of shape from all that dog mushing?

Mei Ling: «O, he's a limb, that has but disease; mortal, to cut it off; to cure it easy». Snake, you caught a cold, didn't you? Don't you think you'd better take some cold medicine at least.

Miller: You caught a cold, Snake? In battle you need to be in top physical condition. Do you have any cold medicine?

Snake: So patriotism is your excuse for circumventing the Constitution?

Snake: Looks like I got a roommate...

Ocelot: I hope you can still look at yourself in the mirror, my friend.

– Несмотря ни на что, я просто счастлива, что вы пригласили меня. Я сколько раз пыталась представить себе ваш дом, хотелось знать условия, в которых приходится работать дорогой Мейбэль.

– Условия отличные. Особенно приятно, что у нас тут прикончили одну леди.

– Могу ли я Вам чем-нибудь помочь? Я в домашних делах дока.

– Мистер Браун, Вы можете готовить?

– Да. Могу поджарить яичницу с беконом, поджарить бифштекс, и, к тому же, я довольно хорошо открываю консервы.

– Попался, эскалоп!

– Эскулап.

Liquid: He's doing it again... Snake is packing everyone off one by one, just like he did on Shadow Moses. Mantis, Wolf, Raven, Octopus, Vamp... The list goes on.

Ocelot: As I recall, Liquid, you're on that list too. Dead as a doornail, just like all the others.

Liquid: Ah, but that's just not true... now, is it? I live inside you now, Ocelot. Both of us cellmates in that skull prison of yours. However... We both can't exist in this crowded space much longer. A mental breakdown is imminent. Very soon, one of us will be forced to vacate the premises for good. Better start packing your bags...

Snake: So... Before we perforate each other just answer me one question. Just who side are you on this time.

Ninja: The same side I've always been on. Mine.

Snake: Uh-huh. But there's definitely someone else pulling your strings. So, pardon me if I'm just a tad skeptical at this point in time.

Ninja: You didn't have to respond to my communique. You didn't have to come to Big Shell.

Snake: Yeah, but I've been known to put myself into really stupid situations, so don't start patting yourself on the back yet. Trust is something you earn. Capice?

Snake: Emma Emmerich?

Emma: Huh...? You have to be Solid Snake. My brother told me all about you.

Snake: Hmmm... Well, don't believe half of what he says. I'm really not that bad of guy.

Snake: Emma Emmerich?

Emma: Huh...? You have to be Solid Snake. My brother told me all about you.

Snake: Hmmm... Well, don't believe half of what he says. I'm really not that bad of guy.

Otacon: My sister Emma is one of the senior programmers for the Metal Gear project, just as we thought. She's most likely one of the hostages onboard. Snake, we need to find her. She may be our only hope to find a way to stop this new Metal Gear.

Snake: Great. Another Emmerich, another Metal Gear... That's some family you got there, Otacon.

Snake: How're you doing, kid?

Raiden: Doing?! I'm crammed into a claustrophobic air vent that probably goes nowhere. How the hell do you think I'm doing?

Snake: Hey, one of us has to see if it connects to the president's holding cell, and lord knows you're a helluva lot skinner than I am.

Raiden: Colonel? Rose? UNF! Mommy? Hello? OWW! Any tactical advice here would be greatly appreciated... NGH! ...'cause I'm getting my ass royally kicked right now!

Raiden: I'm gearing up. Man, these are some funky duds R and D gave me. What did they call it? A smart suit?

Rose: Your Skull Suit uses electrofiber technology, a byproduct of fiber-optics research. Data concerning damage to various regions of the body, including blood loss, is exchanged between the suit and your intravenous nanomachines to create a feedback system.

Raiden: Uh, okay. As long as it works, that's fine by me.

Otacon: Jeez, Snake, ease up on this poor marine. He's no terrorist.

Snake: He'll be all right. A little beauty sleep never hurt anyone.

Otacon: All we need is evidence of its existence. Which means...

Snake: I know, I know. Just take photos. No killing or blowing stuff up. You're no fun.

Otacon: But this new amphibious version is much faster and more powerful than anything we've ever seen before! She's pretty much designed to mop the floor with all the other models.

Snake: An anti-Metal Gear Metal Gear...

Snake: Still no alarms. I can't believe the marines still don't know what's going on around here.

Otacon: Well, I can't believe you showed up at the same exact time this mess was happening!

Snake: How the hell I supposed to know that Russian mercs were going to hijack a U.S. military tanker tonight?

Otacon: Yeah, but still, Snake, you gotta say... Worst. Timing. Ever.

Snake: What can I tell you? I lead a charmed life.

Snake: But what happened to the air raid and nuclear strike?

Campbell: Those orders were rescinded. The F117's and the B2 Spirits have returned to base. Once again, I have complete authority over this operation. Washington isn't stupid enough to use nukes to cover up a few secrets.

Snake: I wonder about that...

Snake: So, it looks like your revolution was a failure.

Liquid: Just because you've destroyed Metal Gear doesn't mean I'm done fighting.

Liquid: Sleeping late as usual, eh, Snake?

Snake: Just... resting my eyes.

Snake: Liquid! You son of a...

Liquid: Tch! Careful, Snake! That epithet applies to you as well.