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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Campbell: Those orders were rescinded.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.

– И зарплата у нас хорошая! Только маленькая...

Otacon: Snake? It's Otacon. I just heard about Foxdie. I'm... sorry.

Snake: Yeah, so my own government chewed me up and spit me out. Can't say I'm too surprised.

Otacon: So, I guess we're all doomed here, huh?

Snake: Relax, kid. It's called Foxdie, not Geekdie. Besides as Metal Gear's chief engineer they may want you around for the occasional oil change. At any rate, crying over it won't do anybody any good. There's far more at stake than a few bloodthirsty bureaucrats.

Snake: Are you trying to shoot or bore me to death?

Raven: So, your government never told you? Typical. That's what you get for being a company man, Snake. Lies, betrayal, and expendability... Quite rewarding career path.

Snake: You were the one in M1 tank? Must have been a tight fit for a big boy like you.

Raven: Heh. That was no real battle. I was merely testing to see what kind of man you were.

Snake: And?

Raven: You are worthy to engage me in true combat.

Snake: Lucky me. Considering what's happened to all your pals, are you sure you want some of this?

Raven: That's good. I hear iron in your words... Now let us see if there is iron in your heart!

Raven: Sniper Wolf is dead. Soon, Metal Gear itself will be in Snake's crosshairs.

Liquid: Great. That's just great. Metal Gear Rex can't launch, bloody Foxdie is hanging over our heads, and my annoying evil twin is wreaking havoc all over the base! Is there anything I've left, hm?

Liquid: Just what are you good for, Ocelot? I mean, other than running away like a little girl?

Ocelot: Hmph. Insult me if you wish, Liquid, but that will not get you any closer to launch capability for Metal Gear.

Liquid: Oh, and Ocelot... Don't screw up with him like you did with the DARPA chief.

Ocelot: Patience, right?

Liquid: Exactly.

Liquid: Washington isn't responding to our demands. They're trying to avoid any leaks about Metal Gear and their precious new nuclear weapon. Predictable. Always putting politics ahead of innocent lives.

Meryl: Snake, do you like me?

Snake: Uh, sure I like you, Meryl. What do you mean?

Snake: You get the override keys from Baker?

Meryl: You mean this?

Snake: Where are the others? There should be three keys!

Meryl: This is all I've got!

Snake: Damn it! If we don't find the other two, I'll have no choice but to destroy Metal Gear. That could prove to be problematic.

Snake: Hmm. I had no idea you were so... feminine.

Meryl: Knock it off, Snake. This is no time to be hitting on me. And even so, it would be a waste of time.

Snake: Same smart mouth. You're Meryl, all right.

Meryl: Well, at least that's one thing you like about me, huh?

Snake: No. You've got a great ass too.

Meryl: You're all class, Snake. No wonder you're such a loner.

Этот графин викторианской эпохи сделан из полированного бразильского кварца. В течение нескольких поколений он хранился в семье Белдингфордов и считается их семейным достоянием. Известно, что его не раз использовали в подлых целях.