Ratchet: Deadlocked

 (also known as Ratchet: Gladiator in Europe and Australia) is a 2005 video game sequel to Up Your Arsenal. It was released for the PlayStation 2.

Dallas Wanamaker

 * Since I don't have much time left, I'd just like to apologize to a few people. Timmy Aberdeen, I was the one who lit your backpack on fire, and I'm sorry that you couldn't get it off in time. Susie Binkleton, I was the one who put the tyhrranoid in your locker. Hey, but I hear the therapy is going well, though. Chin up, kid! And finally to you, Juanita, my dear, sweet Juanita. I'm sorry for 6 years of rude jokes, harassing innuendo, and those friendly little pinches in the elevator, but who am I kidding you? You love it!
 * Run, Ratchet, run!
 * In this challenge, Team Darkstar needs to grind a cable positioned hundreds of feet above the water! Is this even safe? Of course not! This is DreadZone, baby!
 * This is more fun than a bus-load of cheerleaders!
 * They have to traverse what I like to call the "Chasm of Endless Falling and Eventual Dying". Good luck kids!
 * This guy's gonna get us a lot of commercial time, Juanita. Let's just hope we don't have any more wardrobe malfunctions! [Laughs]
 * Team Darkstar is making their mark in DreadZone! Team Markstar is making their dark in RedZone! Oh, dear, I've gone cross-eyed...
 * [In the Dark Cathedral of Kronos] It's cold, it's dank, it's scary, it's just like my ex-wife!
 * Interesting fact, folks, DreadZone started over 2 guys fighting over a breakfast burrito, and the rest is history!
 * [When Ratchet has low nanotech] Ratchet's about to bite the bag and step out the door. That means die.
 * [When the Puma is damaged] Hey, don't scratch the paint on that Puma. We're giving it away on bingo night!
 * And they're gonna be squashed like pancakes! With syrup, and butter, and jam, and a little orange garnish on top and say, can I have breakfast for dinner or is that just weird?
 * And that Lombax is terminating with extreme prejudice! It's a good thing we're out of range, eh, Juanita? We are out of range, aren't we?
 * Folks, just a reminder. Tomorrow is "Kick Your Best Friend in the Pants" Day! Free popcorn for everyone who participates.
 * See, this is what they mean by gratuitous violence, Juanita. I'm going to call my kids and tell them to stop watching! ...Just as soon as I have kids.

Dialogue

 * Al: I got them off of a former contestant who, um... won't be needing them any more.
 * Merc: Don't worry, boss. You won't end up like that last guy.
 * Green: I hope not, I still have nightmares about it.
 * Merc: [annoyed] Aww, suck it up, Green!


 * Ratchet: [infuriated] –Me out of this thing, you Blarg-headed frak monkey! I can barely breathe, and my tail feels like it's shoved right up my–


 * Vox: [to Ratchet] Greetings, hero, and welcome to DreadZone. Rest assured, you are now far out of the reach of hope. There will be no rescues, no pardons, no possibility of escape. You are now a contestant on the greatest holo-vision program the galaxy has ever known. Chances are you'll be dead by tomorrow, but those of you who play the game with skill and strategy will earn a chance to win your freedom.


 * Vox: [Over PA system] High levels of radiation have been detected in the containment area. If you reside next to or near Uranium Man, you will die shortly.


 * Vox: [Over PA system] For everyone to enjoy it, please keep the interplanetary transport as clean as possible. After all, your mother does not work here... oh, except for you, Captain Nightingale.


 * Green [When hovership is damaged] Sir, um... I'm seeing parts of this fly off that we, uh, kinda need.


 * Green: [When hovership is damaged] We can't take much more of this, we don't have the power!


 * Merc: [When hovership is damaged] Does this have airbags? Please tell me it has airbags.


 * Green: [Whimpering after seeing a robot zombie on Catacrom Four]
 * Merc: What's the matter, Green?
 * Green: It's that dead robot over there, sir. I think it moved.


 * Green: [sarcastically] Zombies, dead ahead! Er, no pun intended sir.


 * Merc: Hey, Green, that zombie looks like your momma!


 * Merc: [On grindrail] Whoa... I guess this is a bad time to say I'm afraid of heights.


 * Merc: Aw, I see an itty-bitty turret. Boss, can I blow it up? Pretty please?


 * Merc: [offended] Hey, what did you do to that VG-9000? I was playing!
 * Al: I figured we needed space for more useful things. Plus, you were getting too near my high score in Ozaark's Revenge.


 * Merc: [After getting to the top of the Valix beacon] It's so bright! It's... like a lightbulb, but... so much brighter! Uhhh... I'm not good with words.


 * Al: Ratchet, is this a bad time? I can't find my Captain Qwark Tearless Shampoo and Conditioner! And I believe you were the last one to use it!
 * Clank: Please, reserve this line for important communication. Besides, you are supposed to be working on the Deadlock collar override.
 * Al: Yeah, yeah, yeah…


 * Merc: [Voiceover in multiplayer] Gravity boots are our way of saying, "Screw you, nature." You can walk magnetic walls and ceilings, you can even scare your momma. I don't care!

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 * Merc: Boss, if you miss that swingshot target, you will suffer a horrible, painful death. No pressure, though.

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 * Juanita: I can't look! Is Team Darkstar dead? Dallas... Dallas?! What are you doing?!
 * Dallas: Nothing, just keep your eyes closed... OW!

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 * Dallas: Ratchet is kicking some proverbial butt. By proverbial, I mean... I don't know what I mean.
 * Merc: It means we're unstoppable.

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 * Dallas: Oh, this could be disaster for Team Darkstar! I put 500 bolts on this match!
 * Juanita: Dallas, our lives are at risk and you're gambling?!
 * Dallas: Oh, Juanita, don't act like you care! YOU... NEVER... CARED! OH YEAH, THERE WE GO! I POPPED A BLOOD VESSEL... AGAIN! Um, could someone please get me a tissue?

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 * Juanita: That's right. Take him out, Team Darkstar! Destroy him, destroy his family, make him cry into his next life! Draaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!
 * Dallas I've never seen that before! Ladies and gentlemen, Juanita has eaten the cameraman!

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 * Dallas: After making his fortune selling cigarettes to children, Ratchet went on to pilot a tanker ship for planet Zexxon.
 * Juanita: Only a week later he got drunk and crashed his tanker on the ocean planet of Aquatos. Who can forget the graphic images of baby seals smothered in radioactive waste? [sound of baby seal] Little Coco, never had a chance.
 * Al: [to Ratchet] How could you! [grabs him] What did Little Coco ever do to you?!
 * Ratchet: Wh-what?
 * Clank: Al, how can you believe these ridiculous lies?

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 * Clank: Excellent work, Team Darkstar.
 * Merc: Ya can't stop a leatherneck, we adapt and survive.

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 * Dallas: If Ratchet was a tough cookie, what kind of cookie would he be? I'm gonna have to go with "snickerdoodle".

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 * Dallas: [nervously] Greetings, DreadZone fans, and welcome to the final episode of DreadZone... [Head flops into hands] Oh, God... we're all gonna die! [Hides beneath desk]
 * Juanita: The mood is... positively... uh, electric, as the audience braces to find out whether they will survive... the next 10 minutes. I can't believe I'm reading this.
 * Dallas: I had my whole life ahead of me... I was gonna be a... ballet dancer!
 * Juanita: Pull yourself together, you blabbering idiot! [Slaps him across the face, hard]
 * Dallas: Thank you, Juanita.

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 * Juanita: This reminds me of the Galaxy's Most Painful Home Movies, I love the part where they miss the jump and smash their crotches on the railing, so wacky!

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 * Juanita: This creature is clearly much too dangerous to be set free! He must be destroyed!

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 * Juanita: [Excited] His bots are down! He's gonna die!

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 * Shellshock: Initiating annihilation program!

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 * Shellshock: Target acquired! Terminating with extreme prejudice!

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 * Shellshock: [performing shockwave move] I call this one my "Dishonorable Discharge".

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 * Reactor: I'm gonna smack that stupid look off ya' face.

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 * Reactor: This is MY house!

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 * Reactor: I'm gonna put you in a world of hurt!

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 * Reactor: When this is over, you're gonna feel dead tired.

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 * Ace Hardlight: This is as far as you go, lombax. I'm the star here.

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 * Ace: Hey, lombax, you feel lucky?

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 * Ace: [firing homing missile] Now you'll see why they call me "The Great One".

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 * Ace: Let's see whose action figure they'll buy now, lombax.

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 * Ace: You're gonna pay for that, you little rodent.

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 * Ace: I should've killed you a long time ago, runt!

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 * Ace: Must... fight! Ignore... pain.

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 * Ace: Hey, I'm out of medpacks... not that I need them.

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 * Ace: And now, for my finishing move!

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 * Ranking Machine: Does it bother you that you are shorter than most heroes?

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 * Ranking Machine: My circuits can no longer process stats of this magnitude.

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 * Ranking Machine: I am surprised you are still alive.

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 * Ranking Machine: If you believe there is an error in your score, please realize you are not that good.

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 * Ranking Machine: Your ranking appears to be that of a contestant twice your size.

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 * Ranking Machine: Your heroic presence rattles my friction sensors.

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 * Ranking Machine: Here to check your ratings? I would not look if I were you.

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 * Ranking Machine: Attention: Something small and furry has walked into the ranking station. Oh, it's you Ratchet.

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 * Ranking Machine: You are furry, much like a captive affection recipient... or a pet.

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 * Ranking Machine: I am unworthy to be in your presence, hero.

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 * Dr. Nefarious: Huh? Lawrence, what's going on?! You said that we were coming within range of a space station!
 * Lawrence: Well, we were, sir. How would I know that it would suddenly explode?
 * Nefarious: LAAAAAAAAAAAAAWREEEEEEEEEEENCE!! 

Voice Cast

 * James Arnold Taylor as Ratchet
 * David Kaye as Clank
 * Michael Bell as Gleeman Vox and Lawrence
 * Jim Ward as Shellshock and Captain Qwark
 * Daran Norris as Dallas Wanamaker
 * Nika Futterman as Juanita Alevaro
 * Armin Shimerman as Dr. Nefarious
 * Phil Morris as Merc and Reactor
 * Andre Soguizzlo as Ace Hardlight