Snails: Wait, how come I always gotta get the dwarf?
Elwood: The problem with elves is they ain't got no meat on their bones. You gotta get yourself a nice 250 pound dwarf, with hair on her chin you can hang on to! Ah, ah, ah!
Snails: She must've put some kinda holding spell into that bracelet.
Ridley: Yeah, must be the only way she can get guys to come home with her.
Marina Pretensa: I'd have to put a feeble mind spell on myself to want to take *you* home.
Xilus: [Xilus laughs] Oh, what a romantic notion. Do you honestly believe that I could've amassed the wealth that I have if I worried about honor? Ooh, no, no, no, no, no, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk. So, pretty boy, if you don't want Hugo here to come rearrange your features for you, I suggest you just give it up.
Snails: Twenty-three. Yeah, I know I'm a little young for you, but what if I get my hands on an aging potion, huh? I'll sacrifice a couple of years for you.