Twisted Metal

"I would be GLAD to grant your wish, my dear! I will let you go and see your brother."

"Damien. Your wish is to have a barbeque with all your friends?"

"Too bad YOU'RE on the menu, too!"

"Granny Dread. Your wish is to stay home and watch your daytime TV?"

"Too bad you can't change the channel."

"So, Outlaw. Your wish is for a clean, safe world for everyone to live in.""

"Too bad. The streets are safe... and you're out of a job."

"Roadkill. You wish for solitude, among the pines, away from the crazy world I've turned this planet into?"

"So now you're alone, among the pines... Whispering Pines!"

"So, Spectre. You want to be famous, and on TV all the time?"

"Now you're a big star.... on TV all the time!"

"So, Auger. Your wish is for people to see your inner child?"

"Now we can see your SENSITIVE side!"

"Thumper. So, your wish is to forever hang with your homies?"

"Hang in there, kid! There's always next year's Twisted Metal competition!"

"So, Warthog. Last time, you wished for the body of a 20-year-old. This time, you want the head to match?"

"That's a nice head you have there, Warthog."

"Axel. Last time, you wanted to escape the torment of your machine. Now, your wish is to become one complete machine?"

"Don't worry, Axel. Time flies when you're having fun."

"So, Club Kid. You want to party all night long? Very well."

"Too bad the rave's in Alaska, where the nights are eight months long!"

"So, Sweet Tooth. Your wish is to eat all the candy and ice cream you want?"

"You should have brushed between snacks!"

"Minion. You want to spend the rest of eternity in Hell?"

"Welcome... to Hell, Michigan! Population: 352. Wait... 353."

"So, Flower Power. Your wish is for the world to be...covered in flowers?"

"I picked my favorites. Aren't they beautiful?"

"Mr. Grimm. You've snatched every soul on the planet but mine. Now you want MY soul? Your WISH is granted!"

"Our wish is to let this world hear the wails and warcries of a dead man's soul."

"Spare me the rhetoric... You know what I want."

"You forget the rules of the competition; Anything I desire is the prize. I won, and I desire the ring! Hand it over."

"It's mine! It's all mine! You cannot handle it, Sweet Tooth! Ahhh, beautiful ring..."

"The driver of Roadkill, a man named Marcus Kane, stepped out of his car and stood face-to-face with me, the creator of Twisted Metal."

"Oh, Marcus, I always knew you would be the one to figure it out. I will grant your wish, but please! Feel free to come back and visit us any time! The rest of your friends will be here for quite a while (laughs)."

"Greetings, Simon Whittlebone! I raise my glass to the one competitor who's made it all the way!"

"Mortimer, any prize you request will be yours."

"A gift? For me? Let me see it."

"Your wish is granted, driver!"

"Minion! Eh, it's so good to see you again! Surely, we can work out a deal!"

"Sweet Tooth, winner of the 'Twisted Metal' contest, was granted an audience with the founder of the competition."

"I have agreed to grant a winner any prize they request that will be no limits on price, size, or in this case, even reality."

"The night sky exploded with light! And when the light faded, Sweet Tooth had gotten his wish. For the rest of his days, he enjoyed his new life alone in the garden, away from all those who were telling him he was crazy."

"Oh but Sweet Tooth was happy, and... whenever he got lonely for human companionship, or human FLESH, all he had to do was look up, and dream of the day when he would crawl out of the garden and back into the world of man."

"Krista! I thought you had died! In the car crash that almost killed me! You're alive! (reads label on one of the gears in Krista's head) Property of the L.A.P.D.?"

"I am Calypso. Each year, I gather the twelve worthiest drivers to face off in the Twisted Metal competition. They must face each other -- and some of my friends -- to claim the ultimate prize. I grant a single wish; whatever the winner asks for. To the losers? DEATH! Welcome to Twisted Metal!"

"Your wish is granted."

"I am Calypso, and I thank you for playing Twisted Metal."

"I have. Uh, we have--Whatever!"

"Not quite. We've been doing this a long time, haven't we? You hold the Twisted Metal, I kill and destroy for you. I make a wish, and you continue to sit on your throne surrounded by your guards and women. I think you've had enough fun for a while."

"Right! Of course not! Not at all!"