Dragon age;
Alistair: Do you really know what's going on here? The Blight, the civil war... I really wonder how much of it you understand.
Dog: (He wags tail happily.)
Alistair: We're all special... big parts to play. Even you. Especially you, in some ways. You are the mabari. You guard one of the most important people--
Dog: (Excited Bark)
Alistair: What?
Dog: (Excited barking!)
Alistair: You... you want to play? But I'm talking. Why doesn't anyone want to hear me talk?
(if the Warden slept with Morrigan)
Oghren: So, you and the Grey Warden, huh? (Chuckles)
Morrigan: I hope you're not referring to Alistair.
Oghren: Him? Does he even like girls?
Morrigan: I believe the matter is still up for debate.
Alistair: (if present) *Sigh* I'm right here, you know.
Oghren: Anyway. You and the Grey Warden, huh?
Morrigan: Do you actually have a question, dwarf? Or is it your intention simply to leer and drool?
Oghren: Stick with the classics. Leer and drool.
Morrigan: I thought so.
(If you initially refuse to allow Leliana to join your group when you meet her in the Dane and instead she stops you leaving Lothering)
Warden: "Alistair, she's one Archdemon short of a blight."
Alistair: "Yes, but she seems more... "Ooh, pretty colors!" than "Muahaha! I am Princess Stabbity! Stab, kill, kill!"
Oghren: Hey, elf. You're all right.
Zevran: Am I?
Oghren: Aye. I was thinking, I was thinking that you're... you're just all right.
Zevran: Drunk again, Oghren?
Oghren: "Drunk again, Oghren?" You sound like my father. He was all, "You're drunk; stop wetting on the table."
Zevran: How dare he.
Oghren: Least my mom had the good sense to hide the booze from him. So, you know, she could drink where he couldn't see her. (Laughs)
Zevran: That's heartwarming.
Oghren: Hey buddy, let's not go crazy or anything. Keep your pants where I can see 'em.
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