Game: Dragon Age: Origins

- No, it's not clear. Nothing is clear to you.

I wonder if anyone wondered if Andraste was like that at all? Maybe she was ugly. Maybe her teeth were crooked. How do you know?

You know, even More has one good trait. It brings people together so much!

- Questions, questions, always questions! Say me brought questions, I wonder what they'll do to you? Ask a question and get a question but give an answer and get an answer. Oh, I love fair trade.
- You... you want me to answer the question?
- And unless I hadn't first asked the question?
- Isn't that the question?
- And you would know the question if you asked it?
- Are you kidding me?
I do not know. And are you kidding me?
Stop answering a question with a question!
- But those are the rules! The question, the answer to the answer that you did not listen?

The names are beautiful, but useless.

Always remember or never remember, as always forgotten.

- Yes, of course. And why not?
- I beg your pardon?
- Well, I threw you a stick. Why not?
- Stick?
Yeah. At any time. Better in the dark.
- I suppose I should be flattered.
- I don't know what this pose is, but if you're so familiar - of course.

We Grey Wardens. Men and women of any race. Warriors and mages, barbarians and kings. Four centuries we were serving and waited for the return of the darkspawn. There are those who doubted and forgotten, but it is our duty to remember forever. That's what being a Grey Warden. Little we have left, but the Darkness must be stopped - here and now! There is no way back. So help us Creator...

Vigilance - in the world. Victory in the war. The victim is in death.

- Why are you smiling? You're a suspicious, just a cat that ate the pigeon.
- A Canary!
What?
- I look just the cat that ate the Canary.
- I was once a very large cat, but I'm not about that. I mean, why are you so grin.
- You looked at her! And I must say with great interest. Or rather you were... absolutely blown away!
- She's our commander. I'm always waiting for her orders.
- Aah... you know. And what the order read in the swaying of the hips?
- No, no, no! I wasn't looking at... you know... on her lower back.
- Of course.
- I watched... well, maybe a couple of times I looked in the wrong direction. But I'm not staring! And even nothing at all seen!
- Of course!
- You are bad! I hate you so much!

- Do you know what kasanda? This... sundew, if the common tongue.
- I'm not sure.
- No? And you are so similar. I decided that you are related.
- What do you mean? Sundew... what is it?
- A flower.
- Ah! Am I a flower? Here, surprise!
- That catches and devours insects.
- Ah, that's what I was expecting.

- You know winn... in my Antive remained a friend who would be happy to meet you.
- I beg your pardon?
Of salvail prefer Mature experienced women. He says they're more lush, more vigorous and juicy.
And that's what I am?
- Oh, yeah. What's the use to deny, Zevran able to recognize first-class bird.
I'm not a bird!
But, in the end, you do not need to resist the temptation to flirt with a man? Now you may make excuses, but I assure you, Salvail Mr. wealthy and quite pretty.
I'm going out. Quietly. Very quiet. That you didn't have to writhe in pain, when your brain itself will climb out of your ears.

Now you can return to ritual mutilations. Oh, wait, today's not Tuesday.

So, this is... Lord Logan?
- I have no title, you come to me just as Grey Guards.
- So, just Logan?
- Right. What do you want?
- You know who I am? I'm one of the ravens, whom you hired to kill the Grey warden.
- That's right, you look familiar.
I just wanted to inform you that I have failed in my mission!
- Yes, what you say!
- I'm terribly "failed".
- Ahem, thank you, very nice of you to inform me.