Vash the Stampede: I am known as Valentinez Alkalinella Xifax Sicidabohertz Gombigobilla Blue Stradivari Talentrent Pierre Andri Charton-Haymoss Ivanovici Baldeus George Doitzel Kaiser III. Dont hesitate to call.
Milly Thompson: Hehehehe, What are you talking about Mr. Vash the Stampede?
Vash the Stampede: Huh? I HATE IT WHEN YOU CALL ME BY MY FULL NAME!
Vash the Stampede: I meditate diligently every morning. The subject is Life and Love. I quit after three seconds.
Wolfwood: [walking into a church] I hope you don't mind me barging in like this. In spite of the profession I've chosen, I've never actually made a confession before. It's these times we live in. I did what it took to protect the children at any cost. That's how I always justified my actions. I took many people's lives, all that time believing there was no other way. My sins are so heavy. Too heavy. Too heavy to ever atone for. And yet, somehow I feel happy, at peace with myself today. It really can be done. Once you stop to think about it, there are plenty of ways to save everyone. Why didn't I ever listen to him? Why didn't I see that before it was too late?
Vash the Stampede: Hey, "Thou Shalt Not Kill", remember? What kind of church man are you?
[Vash's preview for "Peace Maker"]
Vash the Stampede: Those who make mistakes blame themselves and close their hearts. It's impossible to fix the mistake; men can't return to the past. That's why they drink. Lushes, drunks, sliding alcohol down their throats to try to dilute the memories that can't be forgotten. Frank Marlon, the gunsmith, does nothing but drink, and questions the glass after it's empty. "Am I wrong? Was I wrong?"
Vash the Stampede: I don't let anyone in my sight get away, and my bullets never miss their mark. Especially if it's the heart of a beautiful lady... BANG.
Villager: I've never seen anyone kick so much ass in my entire life.
Wolfwood: I always knew you were no mere mortal... but I had no idea that you were a cat.
Vash the Stampede: I'm like a hunter of peace. One who chases the elusive mayfly of love... or something like that.
Wolfwood: We're nothing like God. Not only do we have limited powers, but sometimes we're driven to become the devil himself. What's your answer this time?
Brad: [Brad's crush is being held hostage] I just don't see any way out of this damn situation.
Nicholas D. Wolfwood: There is another way. If we simply ignore the girl's plight, then we'll definately make it through.
Brad: What did you say!
Nicholas D. Wolfwood: I think that's the best option at this point in time. It's the only logical way any us will survive against them.
Brad: No, you can't!
Nicholas D. Wolfwood: Hoooowwwwever. I do know a guy who whines, cries and throws tantrums and he somehow manages to find a way to save everyone.
Meryl Stryfe: Does this man look like the legendary gunman Vash the Stampede? That droopy-eyed, weak-looking, bristle-headed, promiscuous-looking donut freak of a man?
Vash the Stampede: [singing] Total slaughter, total slaughter. I won't leave a single man alive. La de da de die, genocide. La de da de dud, an ocean of blood. Let's begin the killing time.
Vash the Stampede: Dangerous toys are fun but you could get hurt.
Million Knives: [both using telepathy] I didn't create these weapons to be wasted like that!
Vash the Stampede: Using them this way is the only thing that gives them any meaning at all
Million Knives: It's hopeless, isn't it?
Vash the Stampede: I've made my decision
Million Knives: You're not a human being, you're a plant
Vash the Stampede: I know that
Million Knives: You're a superior being!
Vash the Stampede: I disagree
Rem Saverem: No one has the right to take the life of another...
Legato Bluesummers: [kills entire village] I decided to do this as my humble way of exhibiting grief for the loss of a good friend, how'd I do?
Meryl Stryfe: Vash the Stampede... every time I observe his actions I can't help but sense something hidden deep within him, something we can't being to understand. But this much is certain: everyone one who has become involved with him has somehow regained an emotion which was once lost.
Wolfwood: Lord, what the hell am I doing here?
Rem Saverem: In the language of flowers, red means courage and determination.
Milly Thompson: It's like my big, big sister always says, "Never hold back in matters of the heart".
Vash the Stampede: [after jumping off a cliff onto a flying machine] No matter how many times I do that I still feel like I'm gonna have a heart attack! This thing's going ba-da-boom, BA-DA-BOOM!
Wolfwood: I thought you were committing suicide!
Vash the Stampede: Suicide? I strongly disapprove of...
Vash the Stampede: Wolfwood! What are you doing here?
Wolfwood: YOU MANIAC! I followed you! What do you think you're doing crying your eyes out like a baby and jumping off of cliffs!
Vash the Stampede: I'm visiting the folks.
Wolfwood: What do you mean 'visiting the folks'? Do they have some kind of floating house in the sky!
Chapel the Evergreen: Life is an incessant series of problems... all difficult, with brutally limited choices - and a time limit.
Legato Bluesummer: An egotistical being like myself can't be allowed to live.
Nicholas D. Wolfwood: Come again, Needle Noggin?
[Vash's preview for the next episode]
Vash the Stampede: The tragedy endlessly repeated in order to fulfill desires, the lust for conquest making people bend to your will, a thrill intense enough to make you shudder. There is a man who is a slave to that ecstasy, the leader of the Badlads. A man who shines: Brilliant Dynamites Neon. The sandsteamer will shake the moment each of the huge dynamos on each of his shoulders start to spark. In the pitch black darkness, the gruesome party begins.
Rem Saverem: Vash, take care of knives...
Kaite: Stop being so damn soft with the whole human race! I have betrayed! And they have betrayed! And we ALL let a lot of innocent people DIE!
Nicholas D. Wolfwood: NEEDLENOGGIN!
Nicholas D. Wolfwood: I picked up my first gun at the age of seven. And I shot. I remember how strangely easy it was to pull the trigger. Ha. I actually laughed. Because that one shot was all that was needed to silence that sickening piece of garbage who had the nerve to call himself my guardian. Ha. It was that simple. And so I was free. Yes, tomorrow would be different. Hm. Tomorrow. As much as I wanted to believe, it only went from bad to worse. A vicious cycle... I didn't want other kids to grow up like me, so I started my own orphanage. It was gratifying work, I was actually doing something for the good of others. It was my place of peace and happiness... yet sometimes, I still think to myself 'there's no place worse than this planet. It's horrible here.'
Vash the Stampede: [about the streamer he's on] WHAT! THEY'RE GOING TO SMASH THE STEAMER INTO THE CANYON! Death and poverty like me so much, now they've brought friends! And then there's the insurance girls! Man, I never get a break!
Wolfwood: [about Vash] The way he looked at me... it was as though *he'd* shot the kid...
Wolfwood: Was everything I did in my life a mistake? Would I be wrong, now, to ask for your forgiveness?
Wolfwood: [stubbornly] I'm not ready yet! There's still so much left to be done. I want to stay, with them! I don't want to die!
Wolfwood: [to Vash] You are an expert at pissing me off. Amazing!