Clarissa whispers: Get 'em, Mr D!
Clarissa whispers: Hooray, Mr. D! You're back! Do you remember how to shoot all your guns? Why don't you take a minute to learn how to fight again! Just in case.
Clarissa whispers: Hurt 'em some more! MORE!
Clarissa whispers: Make 'em sorry for hurting you, Mr. D!
Clarissa whispers: YAY!
Fools! Simpletons! Look at you milling about, oblivious to the coming of the end!
Allow me to ask a simple question: Is a man allowed - entitled even - the sweat of his brow?
"No," says the orc in Orgrimmar, "it belongs to the Horde!"
"No," says the human in Stormwind, "it belongs to Alliance!"
I knew a man once that rejected those answers! A man that chose the impossible!
That man was Genn Greymane and that impossible choice was Gilneas!
Oh Gilneas, I miss you so!
Experimental Pilot says: All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go.
Engineering Crewmember says: The ship's not ready yet. We still need to calibrate the fuse length to make sure that it doesn't burn out and leave you up there alone.
Experimental Pilot says: You need to do what? All this science, I don't understand ... Look, this is just my job, five days a week.
Engineering Crewmember says: Essentially, it's going to be a long, long time till we are ready to launch. Maybe you should just head back home to your family.
Experimental Pilot says: I can't. I'm not the man they think I am at home. Besides, I didn't bring them out here.
Engineering Crewmember says: Why not? A family can give you strength.
Experimental Pilot says: This isn't the kind of place to raise your kids. It's cold, and there'd be no one to raise them.
Engineering Crewmember says: Couldn't you raise them?
Experimental Pilot says: Oh, no, no, no... I'm a rocket man.