war-based-electronic-games

"Fall back, soldier. I’ll take it from here."

"Erskine gave me a gift. The strength to fight against the forces of tyranny. This is what I’ve been waiting for."

"Audrey Wasilewski as Viper"

"Neal McDonough as Dum Dum Doogan"

"Sebastian Stan as Bucky Barnes"

"Chris Evans as Steven Rogers/Captain America"

"Let’s see if Stark’s shield can hold up to these weapons."

"Dugan, rally some men and secure this room. I need a working radio ASAP."

"When people ask me what I did in the war, I tell them I did the same thing we all did. We fought for what was right. I've come to William to realize that there's nothing good about war, but there is good in why you fight wars, and we were all fighting for the same thing."

"I hate ghosts so. Much. Just be solid already, stupid ghosts…"

"Soldier: I have done nothing but teleport bread for three days."

"Scout: We both got buckets of chicken. Wanna do it?"

"Pop quiz: How long's it take to beat a moron to death? Errnt! Sorry, time's up, you're dead."

"I have this disorder that makes it physically impossible for me to lose! It also makes me irresistible to ladies. Like all ladies. Everywhere."

"Dude, you'd get a closed casket at the ugly cemetery."

"Ey is somebody keeping track of my heads batted in?"

"Demoman: What makes me a good Demoman? If I were a bad Demoman, I wouldn't be sittin' here, discussin' it with you now would I? One crossed wire, one wayward pinch of potassium chlorate, one errant twitch...and kablooie!"

"Demoman: I'm a black, Scottish cyclops. They've got more f-[incredibly long bleep]-s than they've got the likes of me."

"Scout: You listenin'? Okay, grass grows, birds fly, sun shines, and brother, I hurt people."

"Spy: [sighs again] Does it say you want the bucket?"

"Spy: One shudders to imagine what inhuman thoughts lie behind that mask... What dreams of chronic and sustained cruelty?"

"Engineer: Hey look, buddy. I'm an engineer — that means I solve problems. Not problems like 'What is beauty?' because that would fall within the purview of your conundrums of philosophy. I solve practical problems. Fer’instance, how am I going to stop some big mean mother hubbard from tearing me a structurally superfluous new behind? The answer: use a gun. And if that don't work... use more gun. Like this heavy caliber, tripod-mounted, little ol' number designed by me... Built by me... and you'd best hope... not pointed at you."

"Sniper: Feelings? Look, mate, you know who has a lot of feelings? Blokes what bludgeon their wife to death with a golf trophy. Professionals have standards. Be polite. Be efficient. Have a plan to kill everyone you meet."

"Soldier: “If fighting is sure to result in victory, then you must fight!” Sun Tzu said that, and I'd say he knows a little more about fighting than you do, pal, because he invented it, and then he perfected it so that no living man could best him in the ring of honor. Then, he used his fight money to buy two of every animal on earth, and then he herded them onto a boat, and then he beat the crap out of every single one! And from that day forward any time a bunch of animals are together in one place it's called a ”zoo”! [...] Unless it's a ”farm”!"

"Fried Chicken Tramp: [shrugs] Eh, okay."

"Spy: SEDUCE ME!"

"[Referring to the Heavy] I am owning you, you fat, bald, fatty fat... fat fat!"

"You'll never hit me! You'll never hit my tiny head! It's so tiny I got a frickin'... such a tiny li'l head!"

"Come on, Bat. Let's go introduce you to some skulls."

"Hey! Other team! See dis butt! Eat it! Eat my butt! Ha ha ha! Yeah!"

"Soldier: [interrupting] Yes!"

"Scout: [giggling] Oh man, Classic Scout."

"Scout: Yeah, those are stink lines. That's why the car hit him. Cause he smells."

"Spy: Our first dying wish is Scout's. He's... drawn a picture of me getting hit by a car. I have something radiating off of me."

"Spy: [rolls eyes, takes another card] Yes I see. Here you've drawn me having... sexual congress with the Eiffel Tower. [he takes another card] The Eiffel Tower having sexual congress with me. [takes yet another card] Both of us relaxing post-coitus."

"Spy: [sighs] Fantastic. This was a huge waste of my time."

"Demoman: [mouthing, confused] "post-coitus”…?"

"Spy: I'm crying and the Eiffel Tower has stink lines coming off of it. Did anyone besides Scout put a card into the bucket?!"

"Scout: Um, I don't even know where to start with you. I mean, do you even know who ya talkin' to?"

"Heavy: I am Heavy Weapons Guy... and this is my weapon. She weighs one hundred fifty kilograms and fires two hundred dollar, custom-tooled cartridges at ten thousand rounds per minute. It costs four hundred thousand dollars to fire this weapon...for twelve seconds."

"Heavy: Oh my God. Who touched Sasha? [turns] Alright, WHO TOUCHED MY GUN?!"

"Heavy: Some people think they can outsmart me. Maybe, [sniff] maybe. I've yet to meet one that can outsmart bullet."

"Scout: Basically, kind of a big deal."

"Heavy: [Referring to the Pyro] I fear no man. But that... thing... it scares me."

"Scout: My blood! H-he punched out all my blood!"

"Soldier: You call that breaking my spine? You RED team ladies wouldn't know how to break a spine if- AUGHHH! MY SPINE!"

"Sniper: Snipin's a good job, mate! It's challengin' work, outta doors. I guarantee you'll not go hungry, cause at the end of the day, long as there's two people left on the planet, someone is gonna want someone dead."

"Sniper: Dad? Dad, I'm a- Ye- Not a "crazed gunman", dad, I'm an assassin! ...Well, the difference bein' one is a job and the other's a mental sickness!"

"Demoman: Oh, they're going to have to glue you back together... in hell!"

"Spy: There's more."