Cadash: "The nugs seem to like it down here."
Cole: "It's quiet. They like the quiet."
Cole: "Dwarves use to trap them, but they don't remember the dwarves."
Cole: "Even dwarves don't really remember the dwarves."
Cadash: "Are you saying I don't recall myself?"
Cole: "Yes? No. Sorry?"
Cadash: "The nugs seem to like it down here."
Varric: "I bet. Ever tried braised nug with elfroot? It was my brother's favorite when we were growing up."
Varric: "Tastes moldy and dry at the same time."
Cassandra: "Delightful."
Cadash: "The nugs seem to like it down here."
Cassandra: "You know, Leliana used to keep one as a pet."
Cadash: "You're joking."
Cassandra: "I am not. What was its name again? Schmeples? Schmuples?"
Cassandra: "It is right on the tip of my tongue."
Cadash: "The nugs seem to like it down here."
Solas: "This must be the first time they've seen people like us."
Solas: "I wonder what they make of the giants passing their home."
Cadash: "The nugs seem to like it down here."
Vivienne: "I don't understand your fascination, Inquisitor."
Vivienne: "Some of the ladies at court keep the little vermin as pets."
Cadash: "The nugs seem to like it down here."
Sera: "They're like fat ... fish-face rats. I hate rats. And fish."
Sera: "Don't stare at me. You just want food."
Sera: "What eats nugs, anyway?"
Cadash: "The nugs seem to like it down here."
Blackwall: "Reminds me of a fellow who ran races of the little things."
Blackwall: "Very popular at fairs. Bring your children, buy some sweets, race the nugs."
Blackwall: "I made twenty gold. Fattest ones always seemed to win."