This Economy Is Ridiculous

Shepard: "Liara, I need to sell some element zero. Who do I talk to?"
Liara: "Shepard, I do not understand."
Shepard: "Look, I've got fifty thousand units, and I need some credits to buy a shotgun upgrade."
Liara: "Shepard... no one buys element zero."
Shepard: "What, is it like a controlled substance? Do I need a license? Look, how about palladium? I have 130,000 units and nothing to do with it."
Liara: "Shepard, no one buys palladium, either. Or platinum, or iridium."
Shepard: "Wait, what? So how the hell do people get them?"
Liara: "Occasionally people find them sitting around in mercenary bases... or spaceports... or apartments. Some people manually scan planets and probe deposits."
Shepard: "But then what?"
Liara: "Well, then they use them."
Shepard: "So... there's no market for them?"
Liara: "Of course not, Shepard. Are you feeling all right?"
Shepard: "Dammit. Well, can I get a loan?"
Liara: "When the Shadow Broker slips up... I'll be there."
Shepard: "Look, you know I'm good for it."
Liara: "When the Shadow Broker slips up... I'll be there."
Shepard: "I like swords! I like swords! Bitch."