If you shall be my guardian, Minsc, I shall be your witch.

If you find happiness, maybe the pain of losing your wings will be lessened...nothing would please me more.

That was a nice thing to do. Although I'm sure you could spare a lot more...what are you saving up for? A golden sword?

As the simple wasp must coerce the flower to release its nectar, so will I rip your throat from its moorings and drain your lifeblood if I do not see Deril and my child!

What's this? A book? Is good bedtime readings, maybe? Oh. Is Tome of Golems. Yuck! BOR-ing!

You simians may refer to me merely as 'Sir,' if you prefer a less...syllable-intensive workout.

Flattery will serve you no purpose, male. I will tell *you* when you may speak to me thus.

Ah...the role of the lowly supplicant. I know this path well, my raven. We must play the eager servants to these black-hearted elven folk, and step to their tune most lively.

Space hamsters are never wrong!

Just like old times. Well, except for the torture and all.

I could care less what the people have to say about me. People have talked about my family all my life.

Nature, take the life she gave!

Beware! Your knees are mine!

If ye make me angry, I’ll bury the head of me axe so far up yer backside yer breath will smell like magic metal!

I will not have my past commented upon by the likes of you, churl. Quiet yourself, lest that you experience more than mere flogging.

Ahhh, the child of Bhaal has awoken. It is time for more...'experiments'...

Do not take honor in fighting with my presence. Take honor in that you fight for good, for that is my source of strength.

My brother's a +12 Hackmaster!

But I am helpless but to reach out for you, my dove. Your beauty calls to me, stirs my passions within me!

If you care to listen, I can give you a small preview of what I'm going to say about those people who have the glory of adventuring with you.

I could dance on the head of a pin, as well.

My job? Taking care of crazies like you. Making sure you don't go and hurt yourselves with your deviant powers. And cookies, I make cookies.

You not hurt us? I think you lie! Surface come to hunt and smack with sword and club!

The heavens move because he waves his hand! The waters stir as he twiddles his toes! The winds blow as he passes!

Welcome. I have watched your progress with great interest. For a lesser creature you are quite amusing.

There is an evil in my heart, I have always known this and I spoke of it to you. Hate and anger, twisted and black... and I... I cannot control it.

You cannot run from yourself; you cannot defeat yourself! I am the blood! I am the instinct!

By Arvoreen, not you! And stop calling me your little chestnut...that is a ridiculous name.