I'll begin......

 

Atris: "Mirror, mirror, on the the wall......"

 

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Mandalore: "Help me take......this mask off."

 

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Handmaiden: "Help me take.......my panties off......" (w00t)

 

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T3-M4: Beep, deet, woop, deer-eet...weep, BEEP!

Exile: Where did you learn such filthy language?

 

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Darth Nihilus: ogh missh al tah do....dey tah loo teya

Exile: What the hell are you trying to say?

 

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Exile (response to any of Vrook's dialogue): Lalalalalalalalalaala................

 

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Any of the Jedi Masters: We really screwed things up.........

 

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Darth Traya: Exile, I am your mother's ex-roomate's first cousin's daughter's accountant

 

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Admiral Carth Onasi: Down I go!

HK-47 - "Astalavista baby"

 

Vista - "The hood? Nah, I'm just having a bad hair day."

 

Mandalore - "All right! Bring it on!"

 

Exile - "Come get some!"

T3: bleep-bliep-bleep-bleep

Hanharr: Angry growl

HK-47: (Statement) Face it Furball, the droid won

Atton: Do you know what wookiees can do to droids?

HK-47: (Answer) Nothing, as they get blasted

Atton: They can rip your arm off

HK-47: (Request) T3, DON'T let the Wookie win

HK-47: (statement) Time for burned furball

T3-M4: "Beep-dee-doo-boop-w00t!"

HK-47: "Master?" Can we go to the factory where I was manufactured?

Exile: Sure! After our series of mishaps I have discovered it's location

HK-47: Can I also meet those HK-50's and show them what it mean to be an HK unit.

Exile: Of course. The factory is located on....

 

Damn game cuts. <_<

Atton: Say um Exile....do you still have that dancing outfit? Could I er...."borrow" it for a while?

 

Mandalore: Canderous....who's Canderous?

 

Kreia: I'm actually going to answer your question instead of giving you cryptic psuedo-philosophical mumbo-jumbo.

 

Hanharr: Growl growll (I think Mira's actually kind sweet).

 

GOTO: Does my bum look big in this?

Exile: Great, we have GOTO. A giant floating bollock to go with our tiny floating bollock over there.

 

Kriea: <Jedi mind trick> You will let me wear that slave girl dancing outfit.

*drooling Atton*

 

Atton: The Exile is mine. I saw her first.

Disciple: No mine. I'm a blond.

Mandalore: Quit arguing will ya. I've already had her.

*Atton and Disciple cry*

 

Mira: I'm the head of this little pack, and I say I get the Exile.

Handmaiden: He's mine. We have fought. Thats like raw sex to an Echani.

Visas: Big deal. We have looked upon each other.

 

HK-47 <statement> Master this ending sucks.

T3-M4: beep-boop-beep-weet.

Exile: I know. We'll go to the funeral of Obsidian's credibility after I've got my medal for saving the Republic.

HK-47: <statement> Master you have only delayed the inevitable. The Sith are bound to come back again, and again, and again.

Exile: yeah, this ending really does suck!

HK-47: I think I need a hug.

 

T3: Beep-beep. DWEE!

 

HK-47: *Cries*

 

 

Kreia: Why do you keep listening to me? don't you know I'm just talking *bleep*. Go talk to Atton, I like him, he's smart.

 

 

Mandalore: What are you *DOING*?!

 

Disciple: Uh....worshiping my love from afar.

 

Mandalore: Ahh my *bleeping* eyes!!

What I *wish* one of them would say?

 

"Revan, is that really you?"

HK-47: (statement) Master, I've been online for 45 minutes without a cut scene!

Exile: Damn! Hang on a sec while I just save your...[HK-47 freezes]...bugger

T3-M4: Do-wop Be-bop (press ctrl. alt. delete)

Exile: Nah, that won't work he's based on Mac OS X

T3-M4: Dwooooooooooooooooooooo

Kreia: Has anyone seen my contact lenses?

Exile to Kreia

I find your lack of faith disturbing.

HK-47: (Complaint) Master, why am I the only HK-47 in the galaxy?

Exile: Because HK-50s are silver and I don't like that colour! I don't like white either!

Handmaiden: But I wear white soooooooo well!

Visas: But you like red?

Exile: No, I like Atton, he's good, very good!

Atton: (Giggle)

T3-M4: Beep-beep! Bee-do-weet-boo-wop! Bee-bee-bo-bu-bee-wa!

HK-47: (Frightened answer) You're going to do what to my mother?!

 

(Exile walks by the ****pit door)

Atton: It won't fit! What the hell?!

Disciple: Keep trying! It's almost through!

Exile: o_O

Atton: Stupid nails!

Exile: >XD I've gotta see this! *takes a picture of Atton trying to hammer a nail into a wooden board* Damn...

 

Atton: Oh gawd! You're hideous! I can't believe I thought you might've been hawt before!

Kreia: *mind trick* I AM hawt, fool. Now, get me that Dancer's Outfit with your stealthiness.

 

Bao-dur: My mother was a tree.

T3: Beep-beep! BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!

Remote: *cries*

HK: (Query) Do you have any 3's, you fat, overgrown, stupid little droid?

Goto: **** you.

Visas: *looking towards Hanharr* I must look at you! The way Handmaiden sees you!

Handmaiden: What'd you say you ho?! Wanna take this outside you Miraluka ****?!

Mira: No, Hanharr, I'm not going to be your sex slave again.

Hanharr: Grah...

Mandalore: ...wow...

Exile: Have any of you noticed that every planet we go to, we ALWAYS seem to be forced into going almost one exact way? I mean, seriously! How linear can one guy's life be?

Kreia: Of all the damn... YOU NOTICED THAT YET YOU HAVEN'T NOTICED THAT I'M A ****ING SITH LORD?! I'VE GIVEN YOU ALL THE CLUES! BUT NOOOOOOO.... You know what? **** you. I'm going to dance for Vogga tonight, so screw you guys, I'm goin' home!

*awkward silence*

Exile: >_>;; Ewww...

Admiral Carth Onasi: Down I go!

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HAHAHAHAHAHAH, oh my god, I involuntarily busted out laughing reading that... I never realized how often Carth said "Down you go!" til I saw that, and it all came flooding back... (w00t)

Exile: I hate you old woman.

Would all you get off my ******* ship and old women go get a face lift you old bag.

"Ajutaaa"

Disciple: "Atton, can we stop at the next planet?"

Atton: "What, again??"

Disciple: "Sorry, guess I shouldn't have had that big gulp on Nar Shadaa."

Atton: "Why doesn't this &*%# ship have a bathroom?"

Atton: Pure Pazaak. Pure Pazaak. Pure Pazaaaaaaaaaaa...... (pushed over cliff by Exile)

 

Mira: Ouch! Are you SURE this droid is deactivated?

 

Mandalore: Aachooo!

Disciple:  "Atton, can we stop at the next planet?"

Atton: "What, again??"

Disciple: "Sorry, guess I shouldn't have had that big gulp on Nar Shadaa."

Atton: "Why doesn't this &*%# ship have a bathroom?"

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T3: dweep-boooooooooooooop!!! (I am not a porta potty!!!)

 

(w00t)

HK-47: Statement: It does not fit with me that you would know so many languages, master.

 

Exile: Eet Shuta.

G0T0: I do hope that the next thing you decide must be destroyed to stop the Sith is not the entire galaxy.

Exile: Well actually...

T3: bleep-bliep-bleep-bleep

Hanharr: Angry growl

HK-47: (Statement) Face it Furball, the droid won

Atton: Do you know what wookiees can do to droids?

HK-47: (Answer) Nothing, as they get blasted

Atton: They can rip your arm off

HK-47: (Request) T3, DON'T let the Wookie win

HK-47: (statement) Time for burned furball

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Mandalore:  Aachooo!

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Gold.