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Hawke: Varric.
Varric: Listening.
Hawke: Why don't you have a nickname for me?
Varric: I call you Hawke. I'm sure you heard that a couple of times.
Hawke: But that's my name! It's not like Daisy, or Blondie…
Varric: Alright Chuckles, if you want a nickname from me, I'll do something about it.

Hawke (kneeling down to wyvern turd): Looking for clues…
Varric: Seriously Hawke, until you wash that off, I'm staying upwind.
Tallis: Nug bones… Maybe a nug call could help us lure the wyvern out?
Hawke: You know a nug call?
Tallis: You dug elbow deep to wyvern shit, and I'm the weird one?

Tallis (during hunting for wyverns): Wyvern mating?
Hawke: Can we mimic that?
Tallis: Uhm… No? Ah, the sound. Yes.

Anders: Us, ranging into the depth, fighting darkspawn and their children. It's like old times!
Nathaniel: You say that like it's a good thing.
Anders: Where's your sense of adventure?
Nathaniel: I was hoping Justice would be the dominant personality…
Anders: Oh, you're no fun.

(If the female Warden was in a romance with Alistair, both survived, and Alistair stayed a Grey Warden)
Alistair: I can't say more than that. I swore on my pinky to keep the Warden's secrets.
Hawke: I thought your order would be more… serious.
Anders: Really? I thought the joining was a laugh a minute…
Alistair: I get that a lot.
Hawke: We could use your help defending the city.
Alistair: Even if I could Warden's aren't supposed to get involved in wars like this. […] Here, maybe this might help. It belongs to the love of my life… but she seems to find stuff like this wherever she goes.

(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.