Claudia: Our uncle is un mostro (a monster). This is outrageous!
Ezio: What’s happened?
Claudia: He’s making me work! If father was here, I’d never be stuck behind a desk like this.
Ezio: And what are the terms of this supposed enslavement?
Claudia: Since SOMEONE decided we’re going to stay here, Zio (Uncle) Mario’s suggested we try and find the money to repair the villa. Problem is, there isn’t any.
Ezio: I bet I can bring in some money.
Claudia: Oh great, more work for me. Well, benissimo (fine). If you start paying for improvements to the town, I’ll keep track of them in this book. And, since I have nothing better to do, I’ll also make note of any objects you bring in from the outside.
If you actually get this place up and running, travelers might visit and spend money, although I doubt anyone will want to come this far out of the city. But if they do, I’ll keep the money we make in this chest.
You’re going to have to show up to take it to the bank yourself, because when it gets full, I’m just going to take the extra cash for myself. Capito? (Understand?)
Ezio: Deal.
Marx: You’ve done a great service for the workers of London. I’m confident the reforms we seek cannot be far over the horizon. I don’t suppose you’d formally join the Workers’ Party?
Jacob: I’m not much for politics.
Evie: He’s not much for anything that requires deep thought.
Melanie: It is my pleasure and privilege to welcome you up here today.
Violet: Gotta hand it to you, numbskull, you proved yourself to more than a simple research monkey.
Berg: The data you extracted from Shay Cormac’s memories has served us well. Shay’s story is a message. One that says that when threatened, what an Assassin truly isn’t freedom but order.
Melanie: And we represent the highest Order there is.
Berg: Whatever you learned from your Animus experience only scratches the surface. We have existed since before recorded human history and have recently been reborn, disguised as Abstergo Industries.
Melanie: And Entertainment.
Berg: You have crossed the threshold and your eyes have been opened. You have seen the world for what it truly is.
Violet: There’s no turning back now. We’ve got big plans for you!
Berg: The Father of Understanding guided you to us. And for that we are grateful. The test of your true worth begins now. And it begins with a choice.
Melanie: Join us, and a bright future will be all yours.
“What do you do with a drunken sailor?” – Shay Cormac
Is used to think that the appearance of Desmond the dog in Syndicate was kind of funny (I have a queer sense of humor sometimes). After reading the database entry about him I feel reeaally bad about having felt that way.
Shaun: Hello! Hi. Shaun Hastings here. Ah, just popping in for a moment to remind you that you have got a rare opportunity here to really live the past, you know? The sights, the sounds, the smells, the, uh–the tastes….
And you know on the subject of taste, I can’t help noticing but you have wandered into a pub. Oh pubs… eh? Did you know that Victorian London was home to almost four thousand pubs? Well, it was and most of those pubs brewed their own beer.
Actually, um, I just had a little thought. If you were to say… I don’t know, sample your ancestors’ memories of some lovely beverages and Rebecca can always–you know–process those DNA strings and make them available to other users. Purely, you know, for archival purposes, of course.
Rebecca: What he’s saying is he wants you to drink old booze and email the taste sensation to him… and somehow he’s roped me into helping him do it.
Shaun: This is a legitimate historical inquiry.
Rebecca: Hey, if you wanna digital baby birding from the recruit, I’m not gonna stop you. In fact, I’d rather not get anywhere near that.
All Sounds of Assassin's Creed 