Planescape: Torment (1999 Video Game)

Michael T. Weiss: The Nameless One

Quotes 

• Nameless One : I have committed many crimes across many lifetimes. I go now to a place of punishment. You cannot come with me.

• Nameless One : You're going to eat me?

  Ghrist : Aye, as soon as ye finish with ye damn fool questions.

  Nameless One : You can try, but you'll die from a bellyache as I gut you.

  Ghrist : I'll take that chance.

• Nameless One : It insults the dead when you treat life carelessly.

• Vhailor : When the injustice is great enough, justice will lend me the strength needed to correct it. None may stand against it. It will shatter every barrier, sunder any shield, tear through any enchantment, and lend its servant the power to pass sentence. Know this: There is nothing on all the Planes that can stay the hand of justice when it is brought against them. It may unmake armies. It may sunder the thrones of gods. Know that for all who betray justice, I am their fate. And fate carries an executioner's axe.

  Nameless One : I see.

  Vhailor : No, you do not see. Pray you never will.

• Nameless One : Can you speak?

  Ecco : [She shakes her head at you and smiles sadly] 

  Morte : I love this chit already!

• Nameless One : One foot in the grave and the other in hell.

• Morte : Psst... Some advice, chief; I'd keep it quiet from here on - no need to put any more corpses in the dead book than necessary... especially the femmes. Plus, killing them might draw the caretakers here.

  Nameless One : Why do you care about the female corpses?

  Morte : Wh- are you *serious?* Look, chief, these dead chits are the last chance for a couple of hardy bashers like us. We need to be *chivalrous*... no hacking them up for keys, no lopping their limbs off, things like that.

  Nameless One : Last chance? What are you *talking* about?

  Morte : Chief, THEY'RE dead, WE'RE dead... see where I'm going? Eh? Eh?

  Nameless One : You *can't* be serious.

  Morte : Chief, we already got an opening line with these limping ladies. We've *all* died at least once: we'll have something to talk about. They'll appreciate men with our kind of death experience.

  Nameless One : Wait... didn't you say before that I'm *not* dead?

  Morte : Well... all right, *you* may not be dead, but *I* am. And from where I'm standing, I wouldn't mind sharing a coffin with some of these fine, sinewy cadavers I see here.

• Nameless One : I had to wind up dead in a place like this.

• Nameless One : I wonder what it was I said that made death reject me.

• Nameless One : Well I, for one, plan on discovering the secrets of the multiverse by rubbing cottage cheese on my belly and eating vast quantities of fresh-water fish. Mmm... cheese.