Quotes / Fallout: New Vegas

"War. War never changes.

When atomic fire consumed the earth, those who survived did so in great, underground vaults. When they opened, their inhabitants set out across ruins of the old world to build new societies, establish new villages, form new tribes. As decades passed, what had been the American southwest united beneath the flag of the New California Republic, dedicated to old world values, democracy and the rule of law. As the Republic grew, so did its needs. Scouts spread east, seeking territory and wealth, in the dry and merciless expanse of the Mojave Desert.

They returned with tales of a city untouched by the warheads that had scorched the rest of the world and a great wall spanning the Colorado River. The NCR mobilized its army and set it east to occupy the Hoover Dam and restore it to working condition. But across the Colorado, another society had arisen under a different flag. A vast army of slaves, forged in the conquest of 86 tribes: Caesar's Legion. Four years have passed since the Republic held the Dam, just barely, against the Legion's onslaught. The Legion did not retreat. Across the River, they gathered strength. Campfires burned, training drums beat.

Through it all, the New Vegas Strip has stayed open for business under the control of its mysterious overseer, Mr. House and his army of rehabilitated Tribals and police robots. You are a courier, hired by the Mojave Express, to deliver a package to the New Vegas Strip.

What seemed like a simple delivery job has taken a turn... for the worst."
The Narrator, opening cutscene

"You've made your last delivery, kid. Sorry you got twisted up in this scene... From where you're kneeling, it must seem like an 18-carat run of bad luck. Truth is... the game was rigged from the start."
Benny, just before shooting the Player Character in the head at the beginning of the game

Caesar: As an anthropologist and linguist, my assignment was to learn the dialects of the Grand Canyon tribes. What a fucking waste of time!

Chief Hanlon: Rangers are volunteers. Every man and woman who signs up is willing to die for the NCR, myself included.

Cass: No one's dick is that fucking long. Not even Long Dick Johnson, and he had a fucking long dick. Thus, the name.note 
Arcade Gannon: It's... a thing. A science thing. It hurts robots. Don't worry about it.

Elder McNamara: People called me a hero after what happened at HELIOS, but I left that battle scarred by fear, and have allowed that weakness to govern my actions.

Little Buster: The rapist with the flamethrower? That's a combination I try to avoid.

Freeside Kid: Thanks, Mister! note 

Joshua Graham: Lastly, waging war against good people is bad for the soul. This may not seem important to you now, but it's the most important thing I've said.

Ulysses: (over epilogue to Lonesome Road) It's said war - war never changes. Men do, through the roads they walk. And this road - has reached its end.

"Bull and Bear over the Dam, at each other's throats... But a light from Vegas? Ball spinning on the wheel, more than two at the table. Placing bets. All lose in different ways. A dam of corpses, towns of corpses, scattered across the sand. But whose in what shares? Even the dealer doesn't know. Forecast: A rain of blood will flood the desert and not purify it."

ďYour face does the thinking - two to the skull, yet one gets up. Odds are against you... but they're just numbers after the two-to-one. You're playing the hand you've been dealt, but you don't let it rest, you shuffle and stack, and a gamble... a gamble that may pay off? But how? Forecast: Rapidly changing conditions."

"You know what New Vegas taught me? That a lone package courier can get shot in the head, recover within a few days, and become an unstoppable killing machine that will murder the shit out of everything ever whilst simultaneously becoming the living God of people with so many guns they could re-destroy the planet AND displaying levels of scientific, technical, and medical know-how that would shame pretty much anybody; oh, and also somehow displaying levels of charisma and aptitude for manipulation that should only come about by creating the bastard offspring of JFK and Bill Clinton with a little side of young Mel Gibson. Not to mention all this is done while consistently outperforming the trained, veteran forces of two separate armies. Now THAT is a goddamn motivational story."
Cracked article comment, on Fallout: New Vegas

"Rangers, this is the Chief. I know I can ramble on sometimes, but I need you to listen close for the next minute or so. I got some bad news. I messed up, made a mistake. I thought I could help us get out of here, but it didn't work out. Rangers get injured all the time, it's part of the job. But if you lose a few fingers, get a bad break, that's it. You step down. We rely on each other too much to let our infirmities become a liability. A ranger knows when it's time. Only I didn't. Somewhere along the way, something broke inside me. I couldn't find us a way out of this desert. I wrestled with it, and it took me down a dark road. I wish I could explain it to you. The old chief's finally at a loss for words. Send me all the Legion you can; I'll be waiting for them"
Ranger Chief Hanlon, before committing suicide

"What have we here? You werenít the one who I was expecting. Iím disappointed. Still... even if you arenít my intended guest, you take direction. Good. You canít have been an idiot to figure out how to release from my cage... or perhaps you are, with that leash on your arm and the one around your neck... with our collars and manacles, why, we may as well be kin."
God (no, not that God), upon meeting you