Alistair: You know, I've been thinking...
Warden: Such a rare occurrence is worth informing me of, sure. (POB FTW!)
Dorian: Varric, are you and Cassandra...?
Varric: What? No! Why would you even think that?
Dorian: Truly? Bizarre.
Cassandra: I'm standing right here!
Dorian: See? She's standing right there! What are you waiting for?
Shale: Am I to understand correctly that the the Painted Elf is a Crow?
Zevran: Not literally but, yes, I am a Crow.
Shale: As in a bird.
Zevran: Is there another sort?
Shale: So the Painted Elf assaults helpless statuary with its feces?!
Zevran: If given sufficient cause, why not?
Shale: That is outrageous! The Painted Elf will stay away from me! Or else!
Zevran: *sigh* I get a lot of that.
Vaughn's guard 1: Where did you get a weapon, elf?
Vaughn's guard 2: You'd better talk quick, scum!
Female city elf Warden: I was... err, he was... oh sod it. (throws murder knife)