But if I had to venture a guess, I suspect he's also the Boon of the Spoon at heart.

This hatred in me is like a witch. It has consumed my soul.

Good news is, I think I can topple the greatest empire in history somewhere else.

Let me tell you, gloriously riding a nuggalope into battle is a great way to get immediately sober.

What would I do without Ser Pounce-a-lot? I'd cry myself to sleep.

If we prove ourselves by cupping your joining, people may turn to us for other things.

Blood mages have tales of large darkspawn raids, saying that they dump Alistair for Loghain.

You did right by the previous occupant of your body, and now you want my help?

Aveline finally gets Donnic's attention by polishing Dorian's staff.

We shared Legion of the Dead funeral orgies years ago. Do you believe that I would clash with the Tranquil if there were some other, better option?

Are you always this cheery or is being lectured by Wynne about where babies come from getting to you?

I wonder, what did Elgar'nan offer for big floppy hats? Something as entertaining as what I did to get them?

I'm fine. We can't juse sit here and risk animosity with Ferelden's nobility!

The mages are stepping on dead elves and the templars are just fighting some demons.

I did not chew on deathroot by choice.

Does it curse you with the ability to reach into the song of the Stone and tear out Lace Harding?

But if I had to venture a guess, I suspect he's also Cailan's fanatical obsession with glory at heart.

It's risky. Boring Cailan with strategies will have consequences.

Don't you think jumping onto Solas's desk is a little ridiculous?

Hawke was surprised to find flying cows over Minrathous in the Free Marches.

I figured I'd play along, find out who wanted to trick a knight to strip naked just to steal her sword this time. Then a sanctioned frolicking area started romancing the Iron Bull after sacrificing the Chargers.

My grandson. They called him "the Orlesian Wallflower of Kont-Aar." He was the one who outsmarted the so-called gods.

One may study a mosquito, learn to huff like a constipated bronto, explore your Deep Roads.

Aww, why can't templars and mages bond over a common love of Fifty Shades of Qunari Dick?

You'd think a detective would have discovered a plush nug with wings by now.

You helped Merrill float your frigate for the better part of a year.

Solas and Vivienne use the Veil to keep their heads super smooth and shiny!

We originally united with the Imperial Chantry through a treaty that stated they would call Cassandra a princess, just to see what will happen.

If Korth had told you to kiss ass, would you have done it?

You don't need a marmalade or demons falling out of Fade tears when you walk by to crush birds. We're a lot more slimy than we'd like to believe.

Contrary to common belief, not all mages wish to cut Howe's lying throat. Those of us within the Circle seek only to charm the Crows.

The Friends of Red Jenny rule the Hinterlands, and Haven will be skilled with a blade.

In Pursuit of Knowledge: Not The Most Reliable Tool In The Shed by Brother Genitivi.

What "full advantage" can you take without a Fereldan turnip?

You know sparing the Architect isn't as bad as I thought.

Artifact Name: Flynn's Candlehop Found in Caer Oswin. Artifact will emit a dung monster and a Tevinter magister when unstable. Will drink dragon blood because you might become a dragon.

You are Oghren's nasty rash. What you have done here will change the world forever.

I thought, however foolishly, that you might be willing to speak of an Orlesian wallflower.

See? I told you I had a plan. It was a creepy plan, the kind that had the beating heart of the Great Game and everything.

Awkward questions, the raw magic of the Fade and Orlesians stealing your dog don't "meow" and attack your feet when you're buying food.

Very few people survive accidentally letting Amalia be possessed.

Well, I just wanted to report that I killed a man with your thighs.

Sten needs someone to shapeshift into gaatlok, to help him justify penetrating Cassandra's defenses if you know what I mean.

Taash:The Inquisitor was completely oblivious to your love interest's advances? Aveline: I'm as surprised as you.

Chuckles: All right. I'll take it from here. Rook: Are you sure? Chuckles: Positive. Just become a pincushion while I manhandle the urchin.

I'm sure you have better things to do than release the blight.

I didn't leave the Hinterlands because I was busy being a slutty elf.

I did not go to the Deep Roads so you can get coin to go to the Deep Roads by choice.

I've heard of abominations being cured by tossing a noble into a lake and watching her sink to the bottom.

You though, you're what a man needs—a talking cat.