Ring-A-Ding-Ding!

Six, explaining one of the worst plans ever conceived by a human being: Just trust me. Have I ever put you all in an unsafe or uncomfortable situation? Arcade: All the time. Veronica: Multiple times a day Cass: We're in one right now Six: ...well then. You guys should honestly be used to it by now.

Six: I think in some way, maybe a cruel twist of fate, I did learn something from the Sierra Madre. The hardest part of any story is accepting that is has to end. But I think I've finally learned how to let go. Six, opening their backpack to reveal over a ton of pure gold: How to let go of poverty, baby, check this shit out!

Six: You know, you really need to work on your marksmanship. I've never met anyone that could fuck up shooting someone in the head the way you did Benny: Woah there babydoll. Before you go saying all these crazy things out loud, I want it on record that I successfully shot you in the head Six: Not helping your case here, man

Arcade: How do three grown adults not have 50 caps between them? Cass, checking under her hat: Uh... Boone, turning out his pockets: Erm.... Six: The economy is in shambles.

Six: So my head hurts like a motherforker. I don't suppose you guys had anything to do with that? Doctor Klein: AH YES. THAT WOULD BE BECAUSE WE REMOVED YOUR BRAIN. Six: Cool, cool. Six: You did what now?

Six, staring off into the distance: Boil up some Nuka-Cola. It’s gonna be a long night. Arcade, sitting next to the campfire: You know, you could've said literally anything else. Just saying Six: Cauldron boil and cauldron bubble, Nuka Quantum to fuel my trouble. Arcade: ...I think I'm done challenging you when you say stupid things. It's not like I'm gonna win.

Six, out cold on the ground: Veronica: Are... are we sure they're ok? Cass, holding a bucket of ice water: I mean, there's only one real way to find out. *dumps the bucket on Six's face*

Dixon: Hey, you wanna talk to God? Six, in a fugue state: "God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. Who will wipe this blood off us? What festivals of atonement, what sacred games shall we have to invent?" Dixon, running away: Look man, I was just trying to sell you some drugs and you made it weird!