I Like The Guy, But He's Helpless On His Own

Garrus: "I'm not what you'd call a good Turian. First I left the military, because when a good Turian hears a bad order, he follows it! And that ain't me! Then I joined C-Sec. But I couldn't deal with the red tape, man! I gotta do things MY way! Then we went after that salarian doctor. I was going to kill him! But then you convinced me to turn him into the authorities. He died anyway, but you were right. Then... you died... and I started a vigilante group! Yeah! I AM the law! But then Sidonis said "Hey Garrus meet me way over on the other side of Omega, I have to tell you something, I got a job" and I said OK! Because telling him to come back to base, or tell me over the radio, or taking my team with me to a job would have been... um... well anyway, my whole team got killed, and I was trapped, but you saved me! Then I was going to KILL Sidonis for what he did, and you convinced me not to."
Shepard: "Wow, Garrus, it really sounds like you're made of fail. I mean, seriously, everything you've done, you've made a royal cock-up of. And everything you take a stand on, I've just told you to do something else, and you've done it, and thanked me for it. I hope I don't die after this mission. I'd hate to see how you handle being on your own again, without me to dictate your actions and morals to you."

AFTER THE TEAM IS DISBANDED

Doctor Garrus: "Hmmm, your stomach hurts? Well, I could do some scans, and give you some mild medication. But I'm a REBEL! Nurse, sedate this patient and prep the OR! Stat!" *DEATH* *LAWSUIT*

Space Traffic Control: "Roger, G117, circle around the pattern and then land at docking bay 6."
Pilot Garrus: "You can't tell me what to do! I do things MY WAY!" *CRASH* *LAWSUIT*
FIRED
Chef Garrus: "Two tablespoons of sugar? No way! I'm a rebel! I don't need any recipe bureaucracy telling me what to do! How about two tablespoons of red sand! MY WAY!" *DEATH* *LAWSUIT*

Cab Driver Garrus: "A red light? Fuck your traffic signals! I do I want!!" *CRASH* *LAWSUIT*