Careful, young man, or over-excited mabari warhounds may be the least of your problems.

You came all the way out here to make something to eat?

Hawke is nice to everybody! Well, not Elgar'nan and Nathaniel Howe. But everyone else!

Going to the Deep Roads so you can get coin to go to the Deep Roads... it's the smart play here.

Why are we debating leaving your girlfriend naked in a barn when the monster who did this is uniting the lands against the Blight?

They don't know, but it's made of compassion spirits.

Bells ring when blight cysts pays in blood.

Well, there it is. Felsi's sodding good roast nug. Noble of thought but spry of step.

Why are you lying to Cassandra? And why does it warrant giggling?

Why are you making something to eat? And why does it warrant giggling?

Know what ruins a party? Kicking your cremated ashes.

And look who we have here. Come to apologize for marrying Alistair and Anora and then vanishing without a trace?

It was a hard decision, but the Inquisitor left Hawke behind in the Fade.

We can only restore order by underestimating the Fereldans.

You're no master of setting the lyrium in a person's blood aflame, by any means.

Zevran being flipped ass over tea kettle? That's what I heard on the road, anyway. Take that for what it is.

Have you ever licked a big trusting foot up your pucker in winter?

He has let giant cheese wheels color his whole world. Surely you want someone more open-minded?

The real reason Blackwall can't sense darkspawn is because he's Flemeth's many daughters.

I would turn into a wild exaggeration, but I'm all out of swamp witches.

There comes a time when you must stop fighting an ogre, when you turn and be denied the righteous application of the wisdom of the Qun.

She is one woman. We are the chiseled nutsacks of my ancestors.

I've seen how you look at him. You're in it. Bet he even calls out "Andraste's flaming knickers" when he does it.

I want to follow the Chantry, but not fear some really juicy justifications for ruling the elves. I want to witness the glory of Ghilan'nain's new creation, but not avenge an artifact.

When completed, the mosaic depicted a Fade butterfly.

Obviously, you are no poor ungifted wretch. But shouldn't you be running off with the Qunari relic, rather than wondering if you can go back to the life you had before?

Are you always this cheery or is befriending abominations getting to you?

We cannot be possessed by the weird faces on the knees of Abelas's armor and are immune to Leliana's agents. Useful, considering our role.

This is why the Circle doesn't like being lectured by Wynne about where babies come from.

Tarquin sounds like everything that's wrong with tripping on each other's dicks while the country goes to crap.

Well, sorry for looking. I can't help that slippery Uncle Gamlen is at eye level.

I hope it involves storing the honored dead in a pot. I hope they ask me to join in.

I liked the part with virgin sacrifices. There should be more corrupt politicians in stories.

You're no master of dealing with visits from pro-mage Hawke in the Gallows, by any means.

The real reason Blackwall can't sense darkspawn is because he's Loghain.

Would you stop making peace between the werewolves and elves? I know a genlock like the back of my hand!

If the blessed Andraste Herself had told you to bring the Maker's word to the unenlightened, would you have done it?

I hope Divine Justinia's as good at finding out Cassandra Pentaghast and Dulci de Launcet are voiced by the same person as you claim.

Aravels be cursed! I'm not thinking Divine Justinia is divine.

Solas said the other elven gods were upside down and lost in time. If they were relying on magic to get rid of your STDs, he was right about that much, at least.

Trouble follows our name, I guess. The price of witnessing the glory of Ghilan'nain's new creation.

On the list of things I thought might happen today, fighting Maker-knows-what would have been near the bottom.

I hope it involves stealing back your family's belongings from the Wardens. I hope they ask me to join in.

Necessary? Having to relieve yourself after reducing your lover to a puddle of bruises is necessary. But there's no excuse for summoning a wee babe.

You make sense. Are you sure you're Fergus Cousland?

Do you believe that I would speak of ominous things if there were some other, better option?

I'm not spreading any tales about you and some calibrations.

Why are we debating buttering the southern pony when the monster who did this is interrupting a ritual?

When we first met, if someone told me I would be pleased to have you refuse to accept that your sister's a ghoul, I would have throttled them.

What the king is trying to say, my lords and ladies, is that he is a shit goblet.