That wasn't a brain chip. That was a just a sticker of the backpack of a little Lego spaceman.
Krieger: I am a doctor.
Ray & Cyril: No you're not.
Krieger: Well, no, but a student of life.
Kreiger clones: All will be revealed...in time.
Kreiger: And if there's one thing I love more than triumph, it's annoying vagueness.
Krieger: I think it's some unholy adolescent human amphibian hybrid creature.
Kreiger clones: Yes.
Krieger: I'm home! I'm finally home!
Malory: So this whole thing was just a sham?
Krieger: Well, if by sham you mean...sham...
Cyril: So...why are we in our underwear?
Krieger: Meh...don't worry about it.
Ray: This quit being funny two hours ago!
Krieger: It's not supposed to be funny.
You'd be amazed what you people do when you think you're alone. Cyril.
Krieger: I'll be your doctor. Lana: Well, if I want Hitler's DNA spliced into him, I'll give you a call. Kriger: Yeah, I'm around.
Sterling: If you don't want to see two robots smashing each other with cop cars and shit as they fight each other through the streets of Manhattan...
Krieger: Stop. My penis can only get so erect.
Krieger: Do you ever want to walk again?
Gillette: No, because this way I never have to buy new shoes.
Krieger: Yeah, but is that worth it?
Gillette: Yes, I piss and shit in a bag.
Krieger: Me too!