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(If a sarcastic female Hawke walks in Hightown by herself, at night)
Hawke: Well, that was a mess. Better get things in order before the Arishok responds. Can't be good. The viscount's son, Qunari in the Chantry… bet it's going to rain, too. Hard enough doing this without soaking my hides. Thirty pounds of water, and it's a march with no rations. When was the last time I ate? Who's cooking tonight? Sandal? Maker. Enchantment soup again. Thumb right in the bowl last time. His enchanting hand, too. Yeah, I saw you, you squirelly little knot-head! Did I lock my chambers? Bet he's in there now. Ugh. That guy looking at me? A lot of illness in this city. What's he looking at? Loony. Yeah, that's it, keep walking. Can't trust anyone. Could be lyrium addled. Fade-crazed. Still, got to have some control. What kind of damage sends these daft freaks out in the street talking to them… selves? Ahem…

Varric: So what do you do in that giant mansion all day?
Fenris: Dance, of course.
Varric: Really?
Fenris: Yes, I run from room to room testing coreographic movements.
Varric: You are actually joking! Alert the Chantry, they need to put this on the calendar!

Hawke: „What can I say, I like big boats?” Really, Isabela?
Isabela: Well, I do. And the blighted demon knew it too.

(After returning from the Fade)
Varric: I don't know what came over me. I thought I was immune to silver-tongued promises…
Isabela: That means I'm not getting my ship? Bug it all…
Anders: I find nothing like being possessed to keep you straight and narrow.

Senechal Bran: Although I don't know where you would find a man who is willing to sell his honor to…
Anders: Hanged man.
Hawke: Hanged man.
Isabela: Absolutely.

Varric: There's power in stories though. That's all that history is: The best tales. The ones that last.

Hawke: Look at the bright side! You can spend the rest of your days as a caretaker for a murderous lunatic.
Varric: Thanks, Hawke, you're a real ray of sunshine.

(If Hawke is sarcastic, and in a romance with Anders)
Anders: I love you. I've been holding back on saying that… you should have a normal life, not tied down to a fugitive like me.
Hawke: Want a sandwich?
Anders: You'll be an inspiration to generations of romantic poets…

Anders (to Hawke's dog): Be a normal pet! Ignore me until you want something, then sit on my head!

Sebastian: Hawke! We were just talking about you!
Hawke: Don't let me bother you. I love to eavesdrop.
Varric: „Hawke said sarcastically.”
Hawke: You know I hate it when you do that!
Varric: „Hawke muttered angrily to the dwarf under her breath…”