- Caedmon: He has no weapon, Tyor, and he knows that even if you embrace the thought of killing him, you will become evil, and join him, and not kill him. GET IT?
- Tyor: Ahh! Try again, Caedmon. I mean, it looks like chicken, it feels like chicken, but it eats like a rock.
- Amathea: [after dispatching three bad guys with bow and arrow, sword-fighting with the last two] I probably should have left one more alive, just to be fair.