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Bob the Ghost Pirate: Captain LeChuck… sir… I…
LeChuck: Ah… There's nothin' like the hot winds of hell blowin' in your face.
Bob the Ghost Pirate: No sir… Nothing like it… Ah… Sir… I…
LeChuck: It's days like this that make ye glad to be dead.
Bob the Ghost Pirate: Oh, yes sir… glad to be dead…
LeChuck: Ye are glad to be dead, RIGHT?
Bob the Ghost Pirate: Oh yes sir. I feel so lucky that you happened to capture my ship, then murder me and everyone on board… yes sir… lucky.
LeChuck: Glad to hear it.

Inquisitor (to Alistair): What's the Calling? Some kind of Warden ritual?
Hawke: I recall that being a bad thing. But I don't recall you telling me about all this.

Inquisitor: What is being a Warden like?
Alistair: Oh, it's wonderful! You get fresh peaches every morning, best girls in town, and bunnies, too! Or, it's not like that. Not even close.

Inquisitor: So you did help fight the archdemon.
Alistair: I will be answering this question for the rest of my life… Yes, I was there. It was big. The Hero of Ferelden was brave. But that was ten years ago! „What have you done for us lately, Alistair?” New times, new problems.

Alistair: Nice to meet you. I'm Alistair.
Inquisitor: Are you the Alistair? The one who helped the Hero of Ferelden stop the Blight?
Alistair: I need to change my name…

(If Hawke was sarcastic)
Inquisitor: So, Varric must have filled you in about the Inquisition. What did he say about me?
Hawke: I was surprised, since he is not really the religious type, but he thinks highly of the Inquisition. I think the exact phrase he used was „She has a good shot in fixing Blondie's mess.”

Solas: You surprise me, Seeker. Again.
Cassandra: You must think very lowly of me, if I constantly surprise you…

Before the world told you who you should be, do you remember who you were?

Hawke: Everyone has a story they tell themselves to justify bad decisions… and it never matters. In the end, you are always alone in your actions.

Varric: I can't believe you picked the absolute worst of my books to read. Why not Hard in Hightown?
Cassandra: I have enough mysteries and investigations of my own.
Varric: What? You don't want to solve more in your spare time?
Cassandra: Then you killed my favorite character in Chapter 3, so I threw the book across the room.
Varric: Ah, a critic. Say no more.