Mmm, I do love a woman in uniform. Wanna bark some orders at me? Woof woof! I'm your soldier on the front lines of love! Waiter, foxhole for two!
If I had the Precursor Stone, with all that power, I'd use it to build a giant palace. A palace with the biggest harem of women the world has ever known, and there'd be a swimming pool filled to the brim with chocolate... slightly minty... yeah, yeah, a massive pool of gooey chocolate! Then the girls and I would jump in together...
Daxter: Well, I probably wouldn't be 2 feet tall, fuzzy, and running in a sewer without any pants... God, I miss pants.
Pecker: Onin welcomes you, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah... the usual boring salutations. She says it is good to see you again, Jak.
Daxter: But we've never met before.
Pecker: Before... after... it is all the same.
Daxter: Oh! Oh! Let me try! Aaah... she wants a... She wants a yakow bone! A yakow bladder! No... no... I got it! For many moons... she has... waited for... a juice pop? A jewel shop? Oh... oh... I know, she's got a hairball? A hair lip? A hairy chest?
[Krew is telling Jak to enter a big race]
Krew: Uh, and your contract, with just a few trifles for me. I've ah, already signed your name to save time, mmmmmnn.
[Daxter grabs the contract and starts reading quickly]
Daxter: We the racers hereby agree to give Krew all proceeds from race earnings, endorsement fees, broadcast royalties, syndications residuals, vehicle sponsorships, mall appearance fees, collectible card assets, fast-food tie-ins, use of likeness rights, talk show deals, clothing lines, all print rights including book, novella, comic, pamphlet, tickertape, neon sign and bathroom graffiti designs,
Daxter: toy rights, shoe lines, mood rings, game rights.
[Daxter stops and looks at the camera]
Daxter: GAME RIGHTS?
[Daxter looks back at the contract]
Daxter: Vitamin endorsements, city kickbacks, movie deals, and of course, all death and dismemberment accident insurance claims.
Krew: Heh heh heh... we can work out the tiny details later.
[after Krew gives Jak a mission in the sewers]
Jak: Great, more mucking in the mud...
Daxter: I hate to burst your bathtub bubbles baby, but that ain't just mud down there.
Daxter: So there I was, toe to toe with FIVE of the nastiest Metal Heads you ever saw! Slime oozing from monstrous jaws! Teeth sharper than daggers! Slowly, all TEN of 'em surround me. But do I surrender? No! I summon my highly trained killer instincts, and pounce! Hya! Chooy! Whaa! HAA! And when the dust cleared, there were TWENTY less Metal Heads in the world!
Daxter: [to Krew about job] Let me guess. Dark, murky water? Smells worse than your breath at an oyster fest? Fuller o' Metal Heads than your plate at a one-pass buffet? And of course, weapons more lethal than your ever so "tighty wighties" on a hot summer day?
Jak: We're not doing anything until you tell us why the Baron is giving eco to the Metal Heads?
Krew: [angry] I should have you both knee-capped, ay?
Krew: What is that awful smell?
Daxter: Great! We do your dirty work, and end up smelling worse than a wet hip hog in a warm barn.
Krew: No, I think it was my lunch, actually.
Jak: Kor! What's going on?
Kor: I'm sure you know! Deep down in your darkest nightmares! We've met before, remember.
Kor: Everything is going exactly as planned.
Daxter: [as Kor transforms] Jak! It's the metal head leader!
Kor: Now you see! Without the shield walls corrupting my powers inside the city, I am my full potential now! So for the last time, give me the Precursor Stone!
Baron Praxis: If the city must die, then we all die!
Daxter: Hey, Tattooed Wonder, how come we get all the crappy missions?
Daxter: Mmm, I do love a woman in uniform. Wanna bark some orders at me? Woof woof! I'm your soldier on the front lines of love! Waiter, foxhole for two!
Ashelin: Keep talking and I'll raise your voice a couple of octaves.
Sig: You know, my momma used to read me bedtime stories about Mar when she'd tuck me in. She'd give me a nice glass of warm yakow milk... and my little Poopsy bear.
Daxter: Bedtime stories? Warm milk? Poopsy bear? Buddy, ya just blew yer image!
Samos the Sage: Today's the big day, Jak. I hope you are prepared, for whatever happens.
Keira: I think I figured out most of this machine. It interacts somehow with that large Precursor Ring. I just hope we didn't break anything moving it here to the lab.
Daxter: Easy for you to say! We did all the heavy lifting!
Kor: Hello strangers. My name is Kor. May I help...
Jak: You look like a reasonably smart man. I want information! Where the Hell am I?
Daxter: Aaah... sorry! He's new to the whole conversation thing.
Kor: Well, my angry young friend, you are a 'guest' of his 'majesty' Baron Praxis, the ruler of 'glorious' Haven City.
Jak: I was just a 'guest' in the good Baron's prison.
Kor: Inside a cell or inside the city... walls surround us both. We are all his prisoners.
[Krimzon Guards approach]
Kor: Talk about being in the wrong place at the wrong time. I'd move on if I were you.
Krimzon Guard: By order of his eminence, the Grand Protector of Haven City, Baron Praxis, everyone in this section is hereby under arrest for suspicion of harboring underground fugitives. Surrender and die!
Daxter: Aaah, excuse me sir, don't you mean surrender, OR DIE?
Kor: Not in this city! Protect us from these guards, and I'll introduce you to someone who could help you!
Daxter: Don't say it. Don't even chuckle! Next time, *you* turn the valve.
Daxter: This place has too much excitement. We need to move back to the country!
Krew: You boys are turning out to be quite useful, ey? Mmm, I have another task for you. The Sewers used to be a fabulous smuggling route for me before the Baron installed security devices.
Daxter: And before those late night snack runs kept you from fitting out the front door.
Daxter: If I had the Precursor Stone, with all that power, I'd use it to build a giant palace. A palace with the biggest harem of women the world has ever known, and there'd be a swimming pool filled to the brim with chocolate... slightly minty... yeah, yeah, a massive pool of gooey chocolate! Then the girls and I would jump in together...