|Bad Moons Klan||You're rich! You're flashy! You 'ave a proppa Orky stoutness about your belly! And you've got more big, shooty, and dead 'ard gear than any 2 other Orks put together. Da uvver clans orta make way for da Bad Moons!||[Needs Citation]|
|Bigmaw, Ork Runtherd||Travellin' through space is boring. Well, boring unless da hulk yer on is full of dem gene-sneakers, or a base fer da chaos lads wiv da spikes, or already has Boyz on it. Or if humie lootas come callin', that's always good fer a bit a sport. Or unless yer have a mutiny or two to pass da time, or unless strange fings start happenin', which dey usually do when yer out in da warp. One time we had some bloody great ugly fing come straight out of Weird Lugwort's 'ed! It butchered half da lads, that was pretty entertainin'. Come ter fink of it, space is a pretty good larf. And that's before yer find yerself a nice world ta crush!||Codex: Orks (4th Edition), p. 18|
|Bluddflagg, Ork Kaptin||Dem Inquisishun humies can't be trusted any further dan day can be thrown, which in dat one's case might be a bad example.||Warhammer 40,000: Dawn of War II - Retribution|
|Goff Warboss Bugrat Skumdreg, on being accused of taking more than his fair share of the booty from the latest battle||All Orks is equal, but some Orks are more equal dan uvvas.||'Ere We Go, p. 24|
|Commissar Ciaphas Cain||I was bright enough even then to know a serious threat when I saw one.... For one thing, the creatures running towards me were big, and bulging with muscle in a fashion I'd only previously seen on ogryns. Even a Catachan would have looked distinctly puny next to one of these monstrosities. Tiny red eyes glared from beneath an exaggerated brow ridge, but unlike the holos I'd seen, they were alive with malevolence, and what, if not exactly intelligence, was the kind of instinctive cunning which quite often made up for its lack.
-during the Siege of Perlia
|Death or Glory (Novel) - Ciaphas Cain: Defender of the Imperium (Omnibus) by Sandy Mitchell,|
Chapter Six, pg. 75
|I've got to know a great deal more about these creatures over the last century or so, since that first disconcerting encounter, and one thing I've seen time and again is that dismissing them as simple, unreasoning brutes is a fast route to the graveyard (or more likely their stomachs).|
|Despite their bulk they moved swiftly, and with a kind of grace completely at odds with their appearance, every movement economical and precise.|
|Bugsplatta Defnik of the Red Wheelz Speed Freeks||We’s stomped ’umies, we’s blown up stuff and we’s driven our traks from one end of da world to da uvva. We’s gonna come back next year!||[Needs Citation]|
|legendary Ork Smartboy Derek Zog||The best means of Attack is Defence, an' the best means of Attack is a really really Big One, right, with lots of Boys an' dead big shooty things an' what have ya.||Deff Skwadron (Graphic Novel), short-story Da big push, first page|
|Warlord Dragnatz||We’ve got our Gargantz an’ we’ve got our weapons. Wot ain't we got? We ain’t got anyfing for target practice iz wot! So I'll tell you wot we're gonna do. We’re gonna give da Humies a taste of ‘ot metal death is wot. We’s gonna take Big Gork and Big Mork ‘ere an’ we’s gonna stomp Hummie!
- preparing the Boyz for the Waaagh!
|Fat Druzka, Flash Git||Bought me a deffblasta off Rotskrag earlier. Nice little killa. Just ask Rotskrag, hur hur.||Codex: Orks (4th Edition), p. 14|
|Gasgrakh, Goff Nob||We're da best. Think diffrent do ya? Come and have a go then, ya runty little wimp!||Codex: Orks (4th Edition), p. 13|
|Ghazghkull Mag Uruk Thraka||We is gonna stomp da universe flat and kill anyfink that fights back. we're da Orks, and was made ta fight and win.||Codex: Orks (4th Edition), p. 106|
|I'm da hand of Gork and Mork, dey sent me to rouse up da boyz to crush and kill ‘cos da boyz forgot what dere ‘ere for. I woz one of da boyz till da godz smashed me in da ‘ead an’ I ‘membered dat Orks is meant to conquer and make slaves of everyfing they don’t kill.
I’m da profit of da Waaagh an’ whole worlds burn in my boot prints. On Armour-Geddem, I led da boyz through da fire deserts and smashed da humies’ metal cities to scrap. I fought Yarik, old one-eye at Tarturus, an’ he fought good but we smashed iz city too.
I’m death to anyfing dat walks or crawls, where I go nothin’ stands in my way. We crushed da stunties on Golgotha, an’ we caught old one-eye when da speed freeks blew da humies’ big tanks ta bits. I let ‘im go ‘cause good enemies iz ‘ard to find, an Orks need enemies ta fight like they need meat ta eat an’ grog ta drink.
I iz more cunnin’ than a grot an’ more killy than a dread, da boyz dat follow me can’t be beat. On Pissenah we jumped da marine-boyz an’ our bosspoles was covered in da helmets we took from da dead ‘uns. We burned dere port an’ killed dere bosses an’ left nothin’ but ruins behind. I’m Warlord Ghazghkull Mag Uruk Thraka an’ I speak wiv da word of da gods. We iz gonna stomp da ‘ooniverse flat an’ kill anyfing that fights back. We iz gonna do this coz’ we’re Orks an’ we was made ta fight an’ win!
|Codex: Orks (4th Edition), p. 91 (a reduced version)|
|Humies is all weak scum that deserve ta get stomped. 'Cept for One-Eye Yarrick. He knows how ter fight.||Codex: Imperial Guard (5th Edition), pg. 63|
|Gibli the Gretchin||We’re safe ’ere Gobbitz. There’s no way da beakies can get to us at the top of dis cliff...
- Last words before being overrun by Space Marine Assault troops from the Salamanders Chapter
|Ork Dreadnought Ace 'Jip' Gobsmak||Dere's jus' one fing wiv kans wot ya'av ta bovver about - Sittin' on dat spring gives ya piles!||Warhammer 40,000 Compendium, p.57|
|Exchange between Warboss Gorgutz 'Ead 'Unter, and Tomas Macabee, Necron Pariah||Gorgutz: You looks like an oomie dats needs some feeding, metal boy.
Macabee: We exterminated all life on this planet before, and we shall do so again.
Gorgutz: Dat woz before me Waaagh! got 'ere. Now, we is da wuns doin' da 'sterminating!
|Dawn of War: Dark Crusade|
|Gorgal 'edkicker||OI! Lissen ta me wen I’z talkin’ to ya! We’z gonna go on ‘dere ship, we’z gonna smash it up an’ kill anyfing dat gets in our way, an’ den we’z gonna get back on da boat an’ go home. Dat’ll show ‘em. Do you lot of ‘umie runts unnastand dat? Good. Now, wiv me: WAAAGH!
- sanctioned Ork, briefing a human Boarding party
|Rogue Trader: Into the Storm, p. 66|
|Grukk, Ork Boy||We don't fight fer food, or fer teef, or guns, or cos we's told to fight. We fight cos we woz born to fight. And win.||Codex: Orks (4th Edition), p. 41|
|Grodd, Snakebite Runtherd||Live off the land. Go to find war. Kill wot comes close. The old ways are best.||Codex: Orks (4th Edition), p. 14|
|Mad Dok Grotsnik||Operate! Operate! Still time to operate!||Codex: Orks (4th Edition), p. 59|
|Dok Gutslash||Right, first I'll take those teef out for yer, dat should help ease da pain in yer leg. Grokkit, hand me that wrench. Now then... Open wide, and say... AAARGH!||Codex: Orks (4th Edition), p. 38|
|Doc Hacksore||Not enuff nails?
- Nah, I put da little feller in upside down.
|Warboss Headkrakka||Oy, iz dis thing on?! Yeah, dis here is a message for da' grayskin bosses and their kroot. If'n you're gettin' any pictures wiff this thing, you can see what we done to your kroot over there. They's all dead and making for nice decorations on me new boss-hut. If'n you're not getting da pictures, just take one of da kroot near you an' rip 'em in half. It's like that. Dis here is Warboss Hedkrakka and it wuz me and me boyz that did this to yer kroot. Dis here is Hedkrakka's land now and we'z all coming to see you'z next! I need some grayskins for me boss-hut!||Dawn of War: Dark Crusade|
|Kog da Flymek, pioneer of the Dethkopta||Wot's faster than a warbuggy, more killy than a warbike, and flies through da air like a bird? I got no bleedin' idea, but I'm gonna find out.||Codex: Orks (4th Edition), p. 48|
|Provost-Major Kyne, at the court-martial of Lt Gordo||Half-glimpsed shadows? Ork wearing camouflage? Do you take us for imbeciles? Orks are barbaric and entirely single-minded. Army dogma, which has served us well for ten thousand years, teaches us this. Greenskins come on in a great horde, they do not slink and sneak in the shade. Guards! Take the prisoner to the holding cells to await execution for cowardice and incompetence.||Codex: Orks (4th Edition), p. 44|
|Lugnut of the Bladed Wheels||Evil Sunz like two fings most: Going fast and krumpin' stuff. Dat's why we'z so good at it.||Codex: Orks (4th Edition), p. 13|
|Morglum Necksnapper||The only good 'ooman is a dead 'ooman. An' da only fing better than a dead 'ooman'z a dyin' 'ooman who tell you where ter find 'is mates.||Waaargh: Orks, p. 82|
|Morgaash Kulgraz Warlord of Undred-Undred Teef, Kaptin of Da Wurldbreaka||I’z smashed ‘umies an’ panzies an’ birdboyz an’ dogfaces; I’z gonna smash anyfing wot gets in my way, an’ take wotz left. I iz da biggest, ‘ardest boss in all da ‘Spanse, da biggest Kaptin ov Undred-Undred Teef, and nuffin kan stop me!||Rogue Trader: Into the Storm p. 58|
|Nazdakka Boomsnik, Renowned Mekboy||Da best shoota I eva made, dat iz. Loadza barrulz, so dat it’s ded shooty. ‘Sept dat wun, ‘cos dat’s da skorcha, dat’s burny insted. Yeah, good an’ propa. An’ da bullitz is ‘splosiv...dey goez boom inna fings wot you’z shootin.’ An’ dat button dere...dat’s da best bit. Wot it duz, see, iz...iz...oh, zog. Nah, its nuffin’ boss. Nah, you’z don’t need ta see wot dat button duz...‘onist. Don’t push it!
- Last words
|Rogue Trader: Into the Storm p. 94|
|Nuzzgrond of the Black Skulls||Da only lost race I ever heard of woz when Hef crashed his trike in da final stretch of da cross-dessert rally. Cost me a few teef, that.||Codex: Orks (4th Edition), p. 7|
|Kaptain Parrkurr of the Ork Landa ‘Funderbird Too’||Aim fer dat big buildin’ over der. No da uvver wun! NO DAT WUN! Zoggit, just land it ‘ere.||[Needs Citation]|
|Rotgob, Ork strategist||Get 'em boyz!
Dakka dakka dakka!
WAAAGH! THE ORKS!
|Codex: Orks (4th Edition), p. 94|
|'Fingaz' Rutzeg, Deathskull Loota||Wot, this? Naw, I've had this fer ages. Of course the paint's still wet, it's me favourite. Sell it to ya if you like. One careful owner.||Codex: Orks (4th Edition), p. 15|
|Korporal Snagbrat of the Dreadblade Kommandos||Us Blood axes have learnt a lot from da humies. How best ta kill 'em, fer example.||Codex: Orks (4th Edition), p. 15|
|Skabgutz, Ork trukk Boy||Oi! Stop runnin' away, yer snivellin' humies, we got a race on here!||Apocalypse Datasheet "Ork Trukk Konvoy|
|Warlord Skarmork The Great Despoiler||They got ded big shooty guns dat'll kill tons of boyz, but if you can get near em den you've got a chance. Just gotta make sure you bring loads of boyz, coz you ain't gonna have a whole lot left when you get close enough ta crump em.
- description of the Tau
|Codex: Tau (3rd Edition), p. 30|
|Snikskin, Ork Kommando||Da ooman base iz got walls an’ fings, see. So, if I’z goes up to da wall, all sneaky-like, and blows it up wiv me bombs, den dere’ll be an ‘ole in da wall wot da ladz can go fru, see. So, when you’z lot ‘ears sumfing go boom, you charge,’ cos dere’ll be an ‘ole in da wall. Unnastand?
- explaining a plan to a group of other Orks
|Rogue Trader: Into the Storm p. 92|
|Stormboy drill-chant||I dunno wot you been told,
Stormboy mobs is mighty bold,
We're da hardest of da lot,
We make you lot look like Grots.
|Codex: Orks (4th Edition), p. 47|
|Genetor Aurelius Thoze, Adeptus Mechanicus Xenobiologist.||Ork Physiology is fascinating and terrifying in equal measure, demonstrating inhuman degrees of resilience to the point where they can withstand seemingly fatal wounds with little apparent long-term consequence. Indeed, Orks witnessed suffering fatal wounds in the midst of heavy fighting have often been observed again several days later, larger and stronger than they were before their injuries and with no sign of those wounds save for some largely superficial scarring.||Rogue Trader: Into the Storm p. 58|
|From Culture vs. Kultur: Thoughts on Orkish Society by Uthan the Perverse, a controversial Eldar philosopher||The Orks are the pinnacle of creation. For them, the great struggle is won. They have evolved a society which knows no stress or angst. Who are we to judge them? We Eldar who have failed, or the Humans, on the road to ruin in their turn? And why? Because we sought answers to questions that an Ork wouldn't even bother to ask! We see a culture that is strong and despise it as crude.||Codex: Orks (4th Edition), p. 8; Waaargh: Orks p. 62|
|Waaagh from above, ordered by Uzgob (call-sign: Mavarork), Kommanda of the Deff Skwadron||Hit 'em hard, Hit 'em low and give 'em plenty of Dakka||[Needs Citation]|
|Motto of Vulcha Squad||Shooty Deff from da Sky||[Needs Citation]|
|Wortgrod Mugskab - Ork Boy||DOK! Me arm got shot off! Gimme a new’un!||Rogue Trader: Into the Storm p. 58|
|Xanthius, High Lord of Terra||The Orks plague the galaxy from the end to end with their ceaseless warring and strife. They are a race rooted so deeply in war that peace is utterly incomprehensible to them. They cannot be bargained with or bought save with weapons that they will inevitable turn against those who tried to bribe them. I pray with all my faith that some great catastrophe will annihilate them but I fear that ultimately it is they, not we, who shall rule the galaxy.||Codex: Orks (4th Edition), p. 92|
|Orkses is never defeated in battle. If we win we win, if we die we die fighting so it don't count. If we runs for it we don't die neither, cos we can come back for annuver go, see!||Commonly held Ork view of warfare||Codex: Orks (4th Edition), p. 49|
|Oomans are pink and soft, not tough and green like da Boyz. They'z all the same size too, so they'z always arguing about who's in charge, 'cos no way of telling 'cept fer badges an' ooniforms and fings. When one of them wants to lord it over the uvvers, 'e says "I'm very speshul so'z you gotta worship me", or "I know summink wot you lot don't know so yer better lissen good". Da funny fing is, arf of 'em believe it and da over arf don't, so 'e 'as to hit 'em all anyway or run fer it. Wot a lot of mukkin' about if yer asks me. An' while they'z all arguing wiv each other over who's da boss, da Orks can clobber da lot - on Humanity and its weaknesses||An anonymous Ork Boy||Codex: Orks (4th Edition), p. 40; Waaargh: Orks, p. 81|
|Orkz is made fer' two fings! Fightin', and winnin'!||Unknown Nob, Battle of Magna Bonum||Dawn of War|
|Look at me flash, Boss!||Anonymous Flash Git||Dawn of War: Dark Crusade|
|Well, ‘course dis one’s betta! It’s lotz ‘eavier, and gots dem spikey bitz on de ends.||Anonymous Ork describing his custom shoota||Rogue Trader: Into the Storm p. 142|