“I don't know if we chose the right path, brother. But I do know this: I don't want to be in this suit anymore. I want to feel things again. It's strange. We've been right beside each other all this time. But I can't remember what your skin feels like, or how you smell.”
“CHILDBIRTH'S NOT ALCHEMY, YOU DOPE!”
“Those people had us dancing right in the palms of their hands, didn't they? I guess it doesn't matter what we do. We'll never be the ones in control.”
“You can call me Roy Mustang, or just Lieutenant Colonel. Hell, you can call me the Flame Alchemist. Whatever you do, remember the pain.”
“Attention, gun-toting extremists! Can you hear me all right, or did you blow your ears out playing target practice?”
“WHO ARE YOU CALLING A RUNT SO TINY HE COULD ONLY BE SEEN WITH A MAGNIFYING GLASS, YOU JERK!”
“*on the phone* I'm sorry to interrupt you, Major, but let me offer a bit of feminine advice. BABIES AREN'T BORN AFTER JUST FIVE MONTHS!”
“Nobody calls me a pipsqueak and gets away with it! Not even a little girl!”
“*referring to Alphonse* This pain's nothing...compared to what he's given up...”
“Dad left... A long time ago, when brother and I were still boys. Mom stared off into the distance a lot. But she carried on as if nothing were wrong.”
“What do I have to live for now that I know Cain won't come back? You tell me that, Ed!”
“WHO ARE YOU CALLING A MOUSY LITTLE PIPSQUEAK?!”
“Told you, Rose. Get too close to the sun, and you'll burn.”
“Don't look away, Rose! You need to see what happens when you try to bring a human to life, when you cross into God's territory or whatever the hell it is! Is this what you want?! Look!!”
“By the way, I don't get my skills from a pocketwatch.”
“You combined animals, the most depraved kind of alchemy there is.”
“It's true, I don't have a body, but I'm here. This is my punishment for setting foot on holy ground where mortals are forbidden. We made a mistake, Rose, and we're paying for it.”
“*grabs two citizens and swings them around in a circle* Shorty?! Could a shorty do this?! What else you want to call me: a half-pint bean-sprout midget?! I'm still growing you backwater desert idiots!”
“*spits out his juice* I don't think so, pops! Do I look like a clown to you?!”
“I sunk again. *after sinking in the desert*”