Character: Buttercup

Life is too short. Do what you want while you can.

- She wants to become even stronger. She'll die.
- Well, say a prayer for her on the way out of town.

I can already hear this ballad: "the Tale of two zerrikania and their brave poet-lover". Uuu-Hu-Hu. It's phenomenal, trust me.

- What do I do now, Geralt? I never thought it would end like this... I will write about you their best ballad. Let people know all about you... You always said that I have a wonderful voice...
- They are alive.
- You're joking!!

- Come on, Geralt, be honest: how I sing?
Is like order the cake and filling.

- Oh, that's not it, do not be so unhappy growl. One night paranaese your best friend. Think of complexity...
- I'm not your friend.
- Oh, here it is! That is, you allow anyone to RUB your ass muscles. Clear. I thought so.

- Buttercup.
- , Jennifer.
- A new wrinkle?
- And you... old joke.

You have a very beautiful neck. You're like a sexy goose... Goosey.

Lady Yennifer, may I escort you to your tent?
- Will you join me?
- My lady, I dare not to Sully your honor.
- I don't want to upset you, but that ship is long gone and lay on the bottom of the ocean!

Witcher will pay a hammered coin
The Witcher will pay will be reckoned to all this.

Twenty years in the service of poetry enough to know: there are things that either understand immediately, even without words, or never will.

Let stand those
Who is equality true!
Let the wind sweeps our banner!
Let those who are on freedom had dreams
Today they will fight with us!
We will go out to win or die!
So whether you free our brother!
In your hands freedom or death!
You of Verga was free soldier!
Shoulder to shoulder this is not easy way,
Go side by side, who dreamed of a miracle!
To the fresh air of equality to breathe.
All together: krasnolud, elves, humans.

The world is changing, the sun sets, and the vodka ends.

- You finally woke up.
- Where are we?
- In the safest place in the camp, buddy.
- Is this a brothel?
Yeah.