- Guard: I don't deserve to die!
- Guard: ...Ok, maybe I do! But I don't wanna die!
- Riot Guard: Prisoner! This is restricted area! What are you doing here?
- Richard B. Riddick: Oh. Heh. Sorry, my mistake.
- Riot Guard: Shit, you're Riddick!
- Richard B. Riddick: I think you're gonna need backup.
- Riot Guard: Command, I need backup!
- William J. Johns: [to a prisoner] You wanna get moving, or do you want me to help you? Believe me, you don't want my help.
- Hoxie: I should just have them put slugs in both your heads right now!
- Richard B. Riddick: Why ruin a nice carpet?
- Guard: [Talking about Riddick] I only heard what he looks like.
- Guard: [Notices a guard that is actually Riddick in disguise] He looks... kinda like *that* guy.
- Guard 2: Ok, right...
- Jagger Valance: Things work the same down here as they do up there. You give and you get.
- Richard B. Riddick: Trust me Jagger, what I can give... you don't wanna get.
- Mattsson, Silencio, Zuni, Fateen: It's true, I swear on my mother's grave!
- Molina, Quintana, Trigo: You can swear on whoever's grave you want, it's still BS.
- Mattsson, Silencio, Zuni, Fateen: I ain't bullshitting, Trigo.
- Molina, Quintana, Trigo: Ah shut up, get your god damn head checked or something.
- Mattsson, Silencio, Zuni, Fateen: I did that once... Ain't no fun.
- Theo, Zlonzo, Barassa: Well do it again, and this time get him to amalyze your mind or something, like that guy Sigmen Floyd.
- Molina, Quintana, Trigo: Sigmen *who*?
- Theo, Zlonzo, Barassa: Sigmen Floyd man! He was like some psycho professor from a long time ago or whatever who said all guys wanna screw their mom or something. And he discovered dreams, the mind, subconscious and fucking who knows what else!
- Molina, Quintana, Trigo: Shit, the mind?
- Theo, Zlonzo, Barassa: Yeah man... Hey you know what, shut the hell up, I'm trying to explain here!
- Molina, Quintana, Trigo: Relax Holmes, sorry!
- Theo, Zlonzo, Barassa: Anyway, he discovered the mind... and uh... cerebral stuff...
- Molina, Quintana, Trigo: Now *that* is hardcore.
- Theo, Zlonzo, Barassa: Yeah man, Sigmen Floyd!
- [the player kills a guard supervising Valya]
- Valya: Greetings space traveler! I find myself detained in custody with no other fun than that jester which you just disposed of!
- Richard B. Riddick: I found him only mildly amusing.
- Valya: Watch your tongue space traveler! Still, I appreciate your kind gesture despite having killed the poor jester! Haha!
- Georgie: [Distracting the guards for Riddick] Hey guards! Over here, *guards*!
- Georgie: You know what I got? I got contraband! I got shivs! I got clubs! I got guns, man! Guns, man! Yeah haha, mother fuckers!
- Georgie: I got drugs, I got porn! I'll be damned if I'm not wearing forbidden under wear! Yeah, haha!
- Waman: That's the stupidest idea I've ever heard!
- Girish: Why? It'll work.
- Waman: No! No fucking way, it'll never work! And you know why?
- Girish: No, tell me.
- Waman: Well there are two reasons. First, you are a fucking moron, that's reason number one. Number two is a simple fact, a fact you know like gravity, and hand-jobs. Number two is a simple as you are.
- Girish: I'm not simple.
- Waman: [Scoffing] Then your idea must be brilliant... But it's *shit*! Why? Wanna hear reason number two? Those rifles the guards carry... They are DNA encoded!
- Girish: What do you mean?
- Waman: Well, you know what DNA is right? Well those rifles track your DNA! They won't fire a single damn cap unless you're in the central database - which you *aren't*!
- Girish: What if... I could get into that database?
- Waman: That is a fact. *Fact*. You hear me? You cannot use the guns, *period*.
- Girish: But! What if I could get into that database.
- Waman: What do you mean 'get into that database'? You can't!
- Girish: I've seen a map, over here. The database computers aren't that far off.
- Waman: Who the *hell* told you this?
- Girish: Ugh... I forget. I'm simple, remember?
- Waman: Oh great, Girish, you're lying - you're a fucking liar!
- Girish: Don't want to talk about it? Ok.
- Hoxie: Allready trying to get under my skin, Riddick?
- Richard B. Riddick: It'l be easier... if I had something sharp.
- Richard B. Riddick: [talking to guard] The dark... are you afraid? I'm not. The dark is afraid of me.
- Abbott: You're messin' with the natural order of things here, Riddick. As a result someone can get hurt. And we don't want that.
- Richard B. Riddick: Speak for yourself.
- Richard B. Riddick: [Riddick loses his assault rifle and resorts to getting into grabbing range on the prison guard. Both of them fall down a pit with Riddick surviving] It ain't the fall that get you. It's the sudden stop at the bottom.
- Hoxie: What to do, what to do... hmmm. I've got entire regions rioting. My slam has become a damn warzone. I'm losing men faster than I can replace them... and all this unrest... well, it began soon after you arrived, Riddick.
- Richard B. Riddick: Could be a coincidence.
- Hoxie: I'm sending you to the mines, Riddick. Down below the surface, where the sun never shines. You'll be the target of every con looking to make his bones with the Aquilas. I expect things could get ugly.
- Richard B. Riddick: I'll be disappointed, if they don't.