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    Drake's Fortune 
Nate: Don't you guys usually just cut off a finger or something?
Roman: That's far too vulgar.

Elena: (on parachuting) Have you ever done this before?
Nate: Of course! You just... jump, count to five, and pull the cord. Now go!
(after Elena has jumped out of the plane)
Nate: Okay... you just jump, count to five, and you pull the cord. How hard could that be?
(looks out of the plane door)
Nate: Oh, crap! Aaaaagh! Onetwothreefourfive! Aaa-ha-hagh! Huagh!
(Nate sees a hole in his parachute)
Nate: Ah, crap crap crap crap crap crap!!!

Nate: (to Eddy Raja) Is that it? Is that my deal? Die now, or help you, and die later. It's a tough call, but you know what? I'll take "die now."

Elena: Nate — be careful.
Nate: C'mon, I always am! (hits his head on the top of the secret passage) Ow! I did not see that!

Nate: (seeing a Descendant for the first time) Oh crap.
Eddy: Drake, if we don't make it out of here, I just want you to know... I hate your guts!
Nate: Yeah, likewise pal. Now let's do this.

Navarro: (after getting Roman infected and shooting him dead) Adios, jefe. So little imagination.

Nate: (to Navarro) Adios, asshole.

    Among Thieves 
Nate: That's my blood... That's my blood, that's a lot of my blood...

Nate: I'll just need a diversion. You give me five minutes in that tent, that's all it'll take.
Chloe: Really, five minutes? Well, that's great, I won't even have to get my top off.

Sully: I'm sweatin' like a hooker in church.
Nate: You brought a hooker to church?
Sully: Why not?

Chloe: There's a hotel not far from here...
Nate: (laughs) ...Chloe, now is not the time.
Chloe: It's easily the tallest building in the city.
Nate: Right. Right, well, okay... that's, uh, that's good thinking.

(Nate jumps into the pool on top of the hotel)
Nate: (laughs) Hey, check it out... Marco...
Chloe: Really?
Nate: Come on.
Chloe: No.
Nate: Marco...
Chloe: (sighs) Polo...
Nate: (gets out of the pool) Haha, fish outta water!
Chloe: You are so unprofessional.

Jeff: (on Nate) Is it always like this with him?
Elena and Chloe, simultaneously: Pretty much.

Nate: (walking along the extended blade of a giant Phurba) This seemed like such a good idea down there.

(Two heavy weapons troops appear during the train yard fight)
Nate: Oh, this is all I need, Tweedledee and Tweedledumber.

Nate: How the hell am I supposed to take down a hel-lo!

Nate: (to Schäfer) Yeah — y'know, people are always telling me how lucky I am. But the truth is, everything I touch turns to shit.

Nate: (climbing below Elena) Nice view.
Elena: (sighs) Men.
Nate: No, no, I was talking about the mountains. Really.

Schäfer: You were right.
Nate: About what?
Schäfer: Everything you touch does turn to shit.

Nate: (to Flynn) Statue of your mom.
Flynn: Oh, look, it's a life-size statue of your ego.

Chloe: (seeing an armoured soldier impaled on a tree branch) Okay... we need to get the hell out of here, now.
Elena: I couldn´t sleep for days after I saw that last time.

Nate: Wait a minute...
Elena: What is it?
Nate: You gotta be shittin' me.
Elena: I hate it when he does this.
Chloe: Tell me about it.
Nate: How could I have missed it?
Elena: Missed what?
Nate: There's not actually a stone. It's the resin, the sap... from the Tree of Life.
Chloe: Okay, hold on, now you've lost me.

Lazarevic: You think I am a monster. But you're no different from me, Drake. How many men have you killed? How many, just today?
(Nate aims his gun at Lazarevic)
Lazarevic: That's it, boy! No compassion. No mercy.
(Nate hesitates)
Lazarevic: Do it!
Nate: No.
Lazarevic: You don't have the will.
Nate: Maybe not... (gesturing to a group of Guardians) ...but they do.

Elena: (on Nate's fright scale) Then what's a ten?
Nate: (beat) ...Clowns.
Elena: Clowns over my death?
Nate: I—I hate clowns.
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    Drake's Deception 
Nate: You're a thief!
Talbot: Well now, that's ironic.

Sully: Now we just follow 'em back to their hole.
Nate: You do realize you make everything sound dirty.
Sully: I do?
(later)
Sully: Man, I was sorely tempted to just pick up that briefcase back there and walk.
Cutter: Yeah, you got a lousy poker face, mate.
Nate: Hey, trust me. That's nothing compared to what we're onto.
Sully: Yeah, well, at my age a bird in the hand, you know?
Chloe: Eww...
Nate: Didn't I tell ya?
Sully: Oh, please. Look, I just hope you're right about this.

Sully: Who the hell drives their car underground?
Cutter: Oh, well, let me think. Someone who doesn't want to be followed. You know, it's just a guess.
Sully: Smart ass.

Nate: Hey, wait. There's a counterweight up there. Looks like it's stuck. All right, one of us should climb up there, and see if they can dislodge it.
Sully: Good idea. Guess who?
(Cutter laughs)
Nate: Ah crap.

Sully: (after being asked to pull a lever in a hole) Yeah, I kind of like this arm, Nate. I use it all the time.

Rameses: See you in hell, habibi!

Sully: Now that's a hell of a thing... (a loud bang is heard) ...What?

    A Thief's End 
Sam: Give it a pull.
Nate: What? Could be a trap.
Sam: You're already in there, what's the... what's the worst that can happen?
Nate: Uh, I lose my hand?
Sam: So we'll get you a nice hook.
(Nate glares at Sam)
Sam: Give it a pull.
Nate: (sighs) ...nice hook...

Nate: (to two oxen, one of which he is petting) Hiya guys. Seen any, uh, pirate treasure around here?
Sully: Hey. Nate.
Nate: (to the oxen) Sorry. He's so impatient.
(Sully stumbles into a merchant, causing her to spill her basket of oranges)
Sully: Oh, hell. I am sorry... I—here, lemme help you. (after tending to the mess) My mistake.
Nate: I apologize for my friend. I haven't fed him in a while.

Sam: Avast, you dirty dog— (the sword he is holding falls apart)
Nate: (chuckles) Nice.
Sam: I was doin' the—
Nate: Oh yeah, no, I know.
Sam: That was doin' a thing...
Nate: Right... right... you're a horrible pirate.

    Catchphrases 
Nate: I will kick you to sleep!
Nate: Kitty got wet!
Nate: That's your neck!
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