These quotes are all from the Republic Commando game. For more, check out the Deltas' profiles.
Clone Advisor: We’re sending our most qualified squad to investigate. Someone important noted your excellence on Geonosis.
Scorch: You hear that, Sev? Someone thinks I'm excellent.
Sev: Well... at least that makes two of you.
[when setting a demo charge]
Scorch: Was it "red-red-green" or "red-green-red?"
Sev: And he's supposed to be the demolition expert?
Scorch: Sev. How many kills you got today, psycho?
Sev: More than you, wiseguy.
Fixer: Keep this comm clear, you two.
Scorch: Calm down, Fixer. Just having a little fun.
Clone Advisor: Three-Eight, now that you've disabled the Anti-Air turret, we're making a supply drop near your current position. Keep an eye out for it. Payload includes a special anti-armor attachment for your DC-17. You're going to need it.
Scorch: Yes! More explosives! You just made my day, Advisor.
Scorch: Debris blocking our path here, Boss. We need to detonate the rocks to get through. And I'm not just saying that because I love to blow stuff up.
Sev: Yes you are.
Scorch: Six-Two here. I think I've reached the coolant intake valve. ... No, wait, it's an exhaust port.
Fixer: Six-Two, could you can the chatter until you've got something useful to say?
Sev: What's that?
Fixer: It's a droid dispenser, Oh-Seven. Next time read the briefing.
Clone Trooper: Hey! You're a commando! Thank goodness!
Boss: What happened here?
Clone Trooper: I'm not sure. I was, uh, scanning the maintenance corridors when I heard blaster fire. By the time I got to where the noise was, everyone was dead.
Boss: So you came to the torpedo bay to hide.
Clone Trooper: No sir! I was going to try to, uh, launch a torpedo, and alert the Republic!
Boss: Look out!
Clone Trooper: But you're here now, so no need for that, eh? Thanks for the resc--ACK!
[Clone Trooper gets attacked by a scavenger droid and is killed]
Boss: What a waste of good genes.
Clone Trooper: Ah, one of the deluxe models. Come to save us with your 'superior' training?
Boss: This 'deluxe model' is the only thing standing between you and a bloody death, so you'd best be showing some respect, trooper.
[after rescuing Scorch]
Scorch: Did I miss anything important?
Boss: No. Did you get the data?
Scorch: Yeah. They searched me, but I hid the data pretty well.
Boss: Where exactly?
Scorch: You don't want to know.
Boss: Roger that.
Boss: Blast!
Fixer: What's that, sir? I didn't copy.
Boss: Eh... Just some interference on the comlink.
Sev: Now I'm really going to rack up the kills.
Scorch: Not if I get 'em first.
Fixer: Just don't get so caught up in counting that you forget to cover me!
Sev: I think ...I see it. A Trade Federation Battleship.
Scorch: Not even you can see into hyperspace, Sev.
Scorch: Why don't we just fly out of here?
RAS Ship Computer: Engines offline.
Scorch: Figures.
Fixer: Looks like a textbook perimeter defense of a Trando camp.
Scorch: Either that or the Wookiees have taken up landscaping.
Scorch: Man, this place gives me the creeps.
Sev: Ah, Scorch... Nothing better than a jungle hunt. Hiding in the bush, putting a plasma bolt through a hostile's cranium... makes me feel alive.
Scorch: Okay, now Oh-Seven's giving me the creeps.
Sev: Does anyone else find this planet a little... strange? ... That's what I'm talking about. It's a power generator, in the middle of a TREE. Strange.
Scorch: Sev, when this is over, I'm gonna make sure you get some R&R.
[on the elevator on Kashyyyk]
Scorch: Um, why aren't we moving?
Boss: Sev, the button.
Sev: Oh! Sorry, sir.
Fixer: Another hangar?
Scorch: What can you say? Wookiees like hangars.
Fixer: Blast! Get that Wookiee out of the fire area!
Scorch: Okay, YOU tell him to retreat, Fixer.
Fixer: Er... Negative on that.
Clone Advisor: Delta Squad - clear that promenade.
Scorch: Promenade, sir?
Fixer: Shut it, Six-Two.
Clone Advisor: You'll have to make your way through the nursery facilities of the citadel.
Scorch: Oh -- is that where they keep the baby Wookiees?
Clone Advisor: Negative. Baby wroshyr trees. This is the Wookiees' garden.
Scorch: Well, the garden's got a pest problem: Trandoshans.
Sev: You would prefer baby Wookiees?
Scorch: Not really. Too cute.
Sev: Damn! I don't believe it!
Scorch: What's wrong, Sev?
Sev: I lost count of my kills!
Yoda: Rendezvous with Delta Squad we must. Upon them, we rest much hope.