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Miller: Naturally, in an enclosed room, your motion is limited. But that doesn't mean that you should stand still and become a human target. You can win if you watch how your enemy moves and then cleverly counter it.

Campbell: Snake, blow away all the bad guys or you're not going to be able to get out of there and get to the underground base.

Snake: Words like fate, karma... it's just an excuse for giving up if you ask me...

Sniper Wolf: Well I'm going to send you a love letter, my dear. Do you know what that is? It's a bullet straight from my gun to your heart.

Sniper Wolf: Snake, I'm near.

Sniper Wolf: Don't get between wolf and its prey!

Snake: Otacon? How'd you get here?

Otacon: It wasn't as dramatic as your entrance, believe me.

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.