The best Quotes by HK-47

The cure for boredom is curiosity. There is no cure for curiosity.

Whenever people agree with me, I always feel I must be wrong.

Definition: Patriotism is the willingness to kill and be killed for trivial reasons.

Warning: It is dangerous to be right when the government is wrong.

Mark VII prototype: "I have learned to appreciate the value of all life."
HK-47: "That is very sad. Are you damaged? Is it repairable?"

Recitation: First, weapon selection is critical. If I see one more idiot attacking a Jedi with a blaster pistol, then I'll kill them myself.

As a meatbag would say: "I have a bad feeling about this."

Observation: I am a droid, master, with programming. Even if I did not enjoy killing, I would have no choice. Thankfully, I enjoy it very much.

I'm an assasin droid. It is my primary function to burn holes through meatbags that you wished removed from the galaxy... Master.

You are a very harsh master, master. I like you.

Definition: What is a cynic? A man who knows the price of everything and the value of nothing.

Cheating seems to be a relevant term only when one is caught in the act. Otherwise it is viewed as intelligence, no?

Mockey: Oh Master, I love you, but I hate all that you stand for, but I think we should press our slimy, mucus-covered lips together in the cargo hold.

Translation: He requires proof of good faith. We must make a contribution to his people that shows we are not a threat. Shall I blast him now, master?

Translation: two per cent probability that the miniature organic is simply looking for trouble and needs to be blasted. That may be wishful thinking on my part, master.

HK-47: "Statement: HK-47 is ready to serve, master."
Player: "You don't need to call me master, you know."
HK-47: "Query: Don't I? I was under the assumption that organic meatbags such as yourself enjoyed such forms of address."
Player: "Organic meatbags?"
HK-47: "Retraction: Did I say that out loud? I apologize, master. While you are a meatbag, I suppose I should not call you as such."
Player: "You just called me a meatbag again!"
HK-47: "Explanation: It's just that... you have all these squishy parts, master. And all that water! How the constant sloshing doesn't drive you mad, I have no idea."
Player: "Neither do I, come to think of it..."
HK-47: "Statement: Now do you understand the travails of my existence, master? Surely it does not compare to your existence, but still..."
Player: "I survive. Somehow."
HK-47: "Commentary: As do I. It is our lot in life, I suppose, master. Shall we find something to kill to cheer ourselves up?"

Answer: There are a lot of politicians on Coruscant, Master. I could spend decades slaughtering them and still not make a dent.

I just hate all meatbags. Except the master, of course.

There is a faction of meatbags called the Sith. They want what any rational meatbag would want - the power to assassinate anyone they choose at any time.

Commentary: The meatbag speaks without clarity. Detail this agreement or the master will splatter your organs all over the floor!

Can I break his neck now master? It's been a long time fantasy of mine.

Affirmation: Correct, master. Sith protocols maintain that all droid knowledge be deleted before assassination missions, and restored upon return.

For now, please excuse me, master. I wish to meditate upon the face of my former meatbag master as he was electrocuted. I find it most soothing.