Lindenmeyer: Oh my god.
SID 6.7: Which god would that be? The one who created you? Or the one who created me? You see, in your world, the Lord giveth and the Lord taketh, but in my world, the one who gave me life doesn't have any balls.
Lt. Parker Barnes: Game Over.
Lt. Parker Barnes: Where's My Gun?
Hologram Head: While officers gather evidence of the grisly crime scene, you can only ask yourselves, "What kind of lunatic would commit such unthinkable crimes?" The three adjectives which best describe this killer are sadistic, intelligent and dangerous.
Lindenmeyer: Oh, my God.
SID 6.7: Which God would that be? The one who created you or the one who created me? You see, in your world, the Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away, but in my world, the one who gave me life... doesn't have any balls. You are frightfully inadequate for a deity, Daryl. I will not be shut down.
SID 6.7: Ahhh... I'm losing too much of myself.
SID 6.7: Uh-uh-uh. I thought of that one. Better try again... Faster.
SID 6.7: They love you so much, they want you dead... Ed.
SID 6.7: Just because I'm carrying around the joy of killing your family inside me doesn't mean we can't be friends.
SID 6.7: I'm a fifty terrabyte, self-evolving, neural network, double backflip off the high platform. I'm not a swan dive.
Clyde Reilly: Sheila?
SID 6.7: No. I'm Oedipus.
SID 6.7: Hey buddy! How's the wife and kid? Still dead, huh?
Lt. Parker Barnes: Reach in the back seat and hand me that crowd-pleaser.