"Captain. Your troops fight with a tenacity that almost matches my Jiralhanae brothers. I'm impressed. You and I are survivors. I respect that, so I offer you a boon: Take your troops, take your ship, leave now and I will not hunt you down."

"Twenty eight years Professor, let's see what kind of galaxy we woke up to."

"We are just one ship… and an old one at that. But here we are. Thirty years past what anyone could ask of us. Our war is gone. The lives we had are gone. The worlds we knew have moved on. And now, all that we may have left are those standing beside us and the duty that defines us – battle after battle, fighting side-by-side together. Where you see half a crew, Isabel, I see family, courage, and a thousand heroes who swore to fight their way through hell before they’d ever turn their backs and run. And where you see one old ship… I see home. And that is always worth fighting for! If we don’t stop Atriox now, we leave the galaxy at the mercy of a monster. So no, Isabel. We won’t be running anywhere today."

"Yes, run... little demons. Hunt them down. Find out where they came from. And bring me back anything... useful."

"If I must."

"On my way."

"I am the Arbiter!"

"My face will be the last thing your pathetic eyes ever see."

"Aye sir, crazy mystery trip to Arcadia plotted in."

"Recalling surface squads so we can all die together, Aye sir!"

"Robin Atkin Downes as Prophet of Regret"

"David Sobolov as Arbiter"

"Captain's report, February 4th, 2531. Five years, five long years. That's how long it took us to get Harvest back. At first it was going well. Then setback after setback, loss after loss, made what was going to be a quick and decisive win into five years of Hell. Of course, that's all Harvest really is today. It's Hell down there, but now it's ours again."

"That's what were here to find out. We are to bring Alpha Base up to operational status and take control of that site."

"The Journey awaits."

"I summon the forces of monumental disaster!"

"Man, that pilot doesn't learn!"

"Oh, shit, the Metal Gods are still using hydrogen!"

"Eddie Riggs: Ever feel like you were born in the wrong time - like you should have been born earlier, when the music was... real?"

"Roadie: Like the seventies?"

"Eddie: No. Earlier... like the early seventies."

"Cult Monk: The day has finally come for us to serve our master"

"Eddie: Uh hey. Heh, hey, I'm not your master."

"Cult Monk: No, you are not. [readies sword]"

"Lars: What do you do with a bunch of kids who do nothing but bang their heads all day?"

"Eddie: [wells up a little] ...Start a revolution, Lars."

"Three headbangers hearing Eddie's Rally for the first time."

"Headbanger 1: What is that sound?"

"Headbanger 2: It's like a demon screaming."

"Headbanger 3: It's like an angel singing."

"Headbanger 2: It's the pounding of creation's hammer upon the anvil of time."

"Headbanger 1: It's fucking awesome!"

"Three headbangers have smashed three statues of General Lionwhyte."

"Headbanger 1: Lionwhyte sucks!"

"Headbanger 2: Death to Lionwhyte!"

"Headbanger 3: I HATE statues!!"

"Guardian of Metal: "Metal, Noise, Blood, and Fire! Tell me what you most desire.""

"Eddie: Are you really gonna say that every time?"

"Guardian of Metal: Yep."

"Eddie: Wait, What do I have to do to get a fire tribute?"

"Guardian of Metal: Please the fucking Gods of Metal, man! Figure it out!"

"Eddie: Right, Okay, I'll be back soon, covered in Metal God love."

"Guardian of Metal: Oh God!"

"Eddie: Wanna make out before we hit the water?"

"Ophelia: In your dreeeeeeeeeeams!"

"Eddie: By the way, my name's Eddie!"

"Ophelia: I wish I never met you!"

"Eddie Riggs and the Guardian discuss his traditional greeting."

"Okay, I would ask nicely for some of your giant bass strings, but you don't strike me as the negotiating type, so out of personal respect, I'll just get right to the ass-kickin'."