Gallian: Burn it to the ground!
Farmer Daimon: [to Solana] There's something I've always wanted to tell you. I love you.
Duke Farrow: I am your king!
Farmer Daimon: People say God watches over the innocent.
Farmer Daimon: I will have my vengeance.
Merick: The king has been poisoned!
Gallian: Life... has never been more exciting!
King Konreid: Wisdom... is our hammer.
King Konreid: What the hell does that mean?
Gallian: You have no idea... how powerful madness can be.
Merick: Sacrilage! This is madness, Gallian! You go too far!
Gallian: In my kingdom there will be no word for 'madness.' We will simply call it 'power.'
Duke Farrow: Tarish! Prepare your troops to ride! Hordes of Krug are ransacking the land! Oh, the sun is blistering my skin.
Commander Tarish: What is this nonsense you speak?
Duke Farrow: Just do as you're commanded.
Commander Tarish: I listen only to the king.
Duke Farrow: It might behoove you to learn a little respect!
Commander Tarish: [Walks away] Respect is earned.
Duke Farrow: [chuckles] You are mistaken! Respect is my BIRTH RIGHT!
Gallian: Tell me, Duke. What do you know of a man they call 'Farmer'?
Elora: Those who you fight, we will help you fight them.
Solana: [At dinner] Norick, this is a pleasant surprise. You should stop by more often.
Norick: Well, I figured Farmer saw enough of this and thought he could use a little break.
Zeph: Norick thinks father should give up farming and join the king's army.
Norick: Now hold on Zeph, I didn't say that exactly!
Zeph: He says that the soldiers make alot of money.
Solana: [to Farmer] Now you are not considering this, are you?
Farmer Daimon: You're my family! I would never leave you. Does that answer your question, Norick?
Norick: Well, we were just talking, thank you very much, just talking.
Farmer Daimon: Everyone has their talents. "Just talking" seems to be yours.
Norick: [to Zeph] Just ratting on his friend seems to be YOURS!
Norick: Now give me the chicken.
Solana: [laughing] Don't give him the chicken.
Norick: Give me the chicken!
[Holds chicken making chomping noises]
Norick: Arf! Arf! Arf!
Farmer Daimon: [to Gallian] You gonna fight? Or talk me to death...