Game: The Witcher II: Assassins of Kings (the Witcher II: assassins of kings)

A boar hung with gold remains a boar.

No time to explain.

- The mother coming to her son and says, "Soltys you came, and with it recruiters". Meanwhile, he slaughters the pigs. So, he takes, mean, pig eyes and shoves the afedron...
Where?
- In guznov themselves, they say, puts pig eyes. Recruiters come, and mother to him: "Son, now here to take you to war." So he takes off his pants, turns his back on them... Bends down and says, "I can see".
- Don't take him?
- No.

Odrin very good man! Without him the alcohol, no women to fuck.

King, tell this Jackal to shut the mouth, otherwise, I'll put his cock to his ass and twirl so that he sings, and instead of midday come morning.

All the legends are beautiful. Especially elves. In reality, usually it's much worse.

- Why do you drink?
- Vodka is good. Head hurts. The mind is not painful.

Virgin's on the verge of extinction.

A king or a tramp - no difference. One Dh'oine less.

Truly, nothing is more disgusting than these monsters, nature opposite, called witchers, for the essence they are the fruit of repulsive magic and diavoletta. It is the bastards with no dignity, conscience and honor, the true fiends of hell, only to ubiennym fit. So no, kako Onet, space between people honoured. And kaer Morhen, where these should Beschastnykh nest, where vile their deeds wrought, must be erased from the womb of the earth, and trail it with salt and saltpetre sprinkled.

In guznov laws, it will be necessary - will vary!

Women swords, bards getting into politics... What times...

People will never learn feel the beauty as the elves.

All the legends are beautiful. Especially elves. The reality is much worse.