Tom Clancy's Splinter Cell: Pandora Tomorrow

Pandora Tomorrow is the second game in the Splinter Cell series of books and games. This game follows NSA Agent Sam Fisher, a 'Splinter Cell' in the anti-terrorist group Third Echelon, as he is taken on missions to stop a terrorist gang called Darah Dan Doa, whose leader has become unstoppable due to a scheme he calls Pandora Tomorrow.

Fisher

 * I've got your French brains, Lambert.
 * I'm a penguin hunter.
 * Murder frozen organs? You can't murder the dead.
 * Who are we torturing?
 * Where's your sense of humour?
 * I'll try not to get too lonely.
 * You're underestimating my charm.
 * First Dahlia, now Ingrid. I'm starting to think you don't like women.
 * If I had any blood left, I'm sure I'd be blushing.
 * Here. I would have gift-wrapped him, but I didn't have any duct tape.
 * Details, details.

Lambert

 * I hate this kind of thing.
 * Apparently, he had a disagreement with a landmine.
 * Leave him alive, if you don't mind. Updates on your OPSAT.
 * Well, you asked where my sense of humour was.

Shetland

 * I've got a dozen Displace snipers around the camp. You can't see them, but you better believe they're there.
 * Good god, old man, you sure show up in unexpected places.

Dialogue

 * Lambert: What are you doing, Fisher?
 * Fisher: Heading out to sea.


 * Lambert: What the hell are you doing?
 * Fisher: Trying to convince you it's time to let me retire.
 * Lambert: That's not funny.


 * Lambert: You're not going to like this.
 * Fisher: Chances are...
 * Lambert: Security camera tap shows a lone guard overlooking the next courtyard, wearing nightvision goggles. There's an automated searchlight they haven't shut down; should be blinding through night goggles.
 * Fisher: You're telling me to stay in the light?
 * Lambert: I said you wouldn't like it.


 * Fisher: I need information.
 * Guard: I... I don't speak English.
 * Fisher: I'd be willing to bet your neck that you do.
 * Guard: I know a little English.
 * Fisher: Good to hear. I'm going inside to meet your friends. Anything I need to worry about?
 * Guard: They have guns.
 * Fisher: I'm shocked and amazed. What else?
 * Guard: My men planted the mines on our way out. We had to escort- (stutters) To defend the village!
 * Fisher: Escort who?
 * Guard: Nothing!
 * Fisher: Escort who?
 * Guard: Ahh! Nobody. I-I made a mistake.
 * Fisher: Escort. Who?


 * Fisher: I've got your French brains, Lambert.
 * Lambert: So that's what happened to them.
 * Fisher: Mortified dumped the clients and took the ND133.
 * Lambert: I guess we can assume he's not CIA. If he's willing to murder.
 * Fisher: Murder frozen organs? You can't murder the dead.
 * Lambert: Semantics...


 * Lambert: That was a fine way to thank Coldeboeuf.
 * Fisher: I get the feeling you're being sarcastic.
 * Lambert: He didn't need to die.
 * Fisher: Fine. I won't kill him next time.


 * Coen: What do you think?
 * Fisher: The world is small, nasty and complicated. And everybody dies alone.
 * Coen: Hm. What do you think about Norman Soth?
 * Fisher: He's small, nasty and complicated. And I guess how he'll die is up to him.


 * Lambert: Nobody knows whether he's a US agent or a terrorist.
 * Fisher: Those things aren't mutually exclusive.
 * Lambert: Hippy. Until we know different, we're treating him as a friendly so don't blow his cover. Don't do anything to compromise him.
 * Fisher: Does that include killing him?
 * Lambert: Yeah. Leave him alive, if you don't mind.


 * Fisher: Talk to me about level of force.
 * Lambert: It's them or you.


 * Guard 1: I've got this feeling like somebody's kicking me in the head.
 * Guard 2: Now there's an idea.


 * Fisher: You make this job too easy.
 * Grimmsdottir: Just respecting my elders.


 * Lambert: Great work, Fisher. Now find out what's in it.
 * Fisher: I could open it.
 * Lambert: And you could play Russian roulette with a clip-loading pistol.
 * Fisher: Where's your sense of humour?
 * Lambert: We've got a CIA analyst waiting with Coen. Man by the name of Bellagio Sampler.
 * Fisher: Bellagio Sampler?
 * Lambert: You asked me where my sense of humor was.


 * Fisher: Hi. How's your English?
 * Technician: Super.
 * Fisher: Super, I need you to raise that submarine.
 * Technician: Why?
 * Fisher: Because hurting people ruins my sweet disposition.
 * Technician: Ahh. Yes, yes. Right away.
 * Fisher: Thanks.
 * Technician: You're welcome.


 * Guard 1: I'm gonna go down for a cup of coffee. I'll be back in a few minutes.
 * Guard 2: Could you bring me a cup?
 * Guard 1: No. You know the equipment is too sensitive for us to drink in here.