Far Cry 3

Far Cry 3 is a 2012 first person shooter.

Vaas

• You are angry, Jason. You... are angry. Okay, I get that... I get it. I mean, without family, who the fuck are we? There was a time I would do anything for my sister, you know? First time I ever killed was for my sister. But that was not enough for her-- No, no, no, no, no, please. You see the thing about our loved ones, right? OUR FUCKING LOVED ONCE, THEY COME AND THEY BLINDSIDE YOU EVERY FUCKING TIME! So they say to me... they say, "Vaas! Vaas! WHO THE FUCK IS IT GOING TO BE: THEM OR ME? MEEEEE? OR THEM?" [laughing] Like... like you know... like they fucking think that I need to make a fucking choice! By the way, this lighter... really sucks.
• Did I ever tell you what the definition of insanity is? Insanity is doing the exact... same fucking thing... over and over again expecting... shit to change... That... is... crazy. The first time somebody told me that, I dunno, I thought they were bullshitting me, so, boom... I shot him! The thing is... He was right. And then I started seeing, everywhere I looked, everywhere I looked all these fucking pricks, everywhere I looked, doing the exact same fucking thing... over and over and over and over again thinking: "This time is gonna be different-- No, no, no, please...! This time is gonna be different." I'm sorry... I don't like... the way... [Punches crate aside violently. His agitation towards the player character is visibly growing] ...you are looking at me! Okay? Do you have a fucking problem in your head?! Do you think I am bullshitting you?! Do you think I am lying? FUCK YOU! Okay? Fuck... you! It's okay, man. I'm gonna chill, hermano. I'm gonna chill... The thing is... Alright, the thing is I killed you once already... and it's not like I am fucking crazy. It's okay... It's like water under the bridge. Did I ever tell you the definition... of insanity?

Hoyt Volker

• Ah. My rosy-cheeked new employees. I’m not going to lie, we’re all here to make a buck. But it’s the happiness of my people that gets me up each morning. My father, rest his soul, was a diamond miner. Got up at the crack of dawn each morning, smoked a cigarette and down into the earth he went. For that wonderful, wonderful man, the company was God. I bring that same reverence to my humble business here. And I expect all of you to do the same. Now, there are only three company rules you have to follow. First, protect my product. You can fuck them, boys, but be gentle. Second, kill any native on sight. And, finally, all profits go to me. I’m an understanding boss, but if you break one of these rules-[lights a match and sets the cage on fire] I roast you in the furnace till your skin crackles like chicken. Right, enough talk. Those savages want to destroy my life’s work. My pride and joy. Show them we mean business. Ah, I almost forgot, we have a special this month: your very own island for the head of Jason Brody.