Baldur's Gate II: Throne of Bhaal

Cespenar the Imp:
Cool bastard sword! Why bastard, you think? No parent?

Imoen:
So... Sarevok. You've had an itty-bitty piece of my soul in there for quite a while now. What's it been like?

Sarevok Anchev:
Well, other than a slight obsession with my weight and the resurgence of a few pimples, it's been simply grand.

Sarevok Anchev:
Ranger, turn your rodent's gaze another direction! I will not be scrutinised as though by some ridiculous divining rod!

Minsc:
Boo has an uncanny judge of character, but you... you give him trouble.

Sarevok Anchev:
I'll give him more than that if this continues! I nearly conquered a nation! I will not be judged by a creature that stores nuts in its cheeks!

Jan Jansen:
Hey! I resemble that remark.

Sarevok Anchev:
Trust me, gnome, you do not want to partake in my wrath this day.

Minsc:
Food storage aside, Boo controls himself far better than you do. Do you see him ranting about mere glances? Let's look.

Sarevok Anchev:
What?

Minsc:
See? No rant. In fact, now he is snuffling about for a comfy place to sleep. Admirable restraint.

Sarevok Anchev:
I'm still in Hell, aren't I? This is insanity.

Minsc:
Ah, finally a calming look comes across your face. Boo's handiwork, no doubt? Doesn't that feel better?

Sarevok Anchev:
Let's... let's go kill something. Soon.

Viconia:
Sarevok, may I share a whispered word with you?

Sarevok Anchev:
Yes, drow? What is it you want?

Viconia:
I miss the customs of my homeland, like the breaking in of new pleasure slaves. The largest and strongest were the hardest to break, but they were the most rewarding. Sarevok, I find your great size... intriguing.

Sarevok Anchev:
Were you to break me, Viconia, you might find nothing but the chill emptiness of the grave within.

Viconia:
That does not repulse me as you might imagine. We drow are ever eager to broaden our... experiences.

Sarevok Anchev:
I orchestrated a war to slaughter thousands. I have felt the cold embrace of death. I have witnessed the horrors of the abyss. But you, Viconia... you scare me.

Viconia:
Cowards everywhere I turn! If you find your courage, Sarevok, seek me out.

Imoen:
What... what was it like to die, Sarevok? Seeing as you've been through the experience repeatedly I can't help but wonder if you've developed some perspective on it.

Sarevok Anchev:
Do you intend for me to believe that a weakling such as yourself has never needed to be revived by a priest? Bah! I imagine this group has gained a discount at the temple of Helm for you, dear sister.