Claudia Black credited as playing...
Morrigan
- Morrigan: Ah, so you have finally decided to rejoin us, have you? Falling on your blade in grief seemed like too much trouble, I take it?
- Alistair: Is my being upset so hard to understand? Have you never lost someone important to you? Just what would you do if your mother died?
- Morrigan: Before or after I stopped laughing?
- Alistair: Right... very creepy. Forget I asked.
- Zevran Arainai: Has anyone told you what marvelous eyes you possess, my dear?
- Morrigan: Again with the flattery! Do you not tire from these pointless exercises?
- Zevran Arainai: In Antiva, women are accustomed to being showered with the praise they deserve. Men should worship you at their feet as you pass!
- Morrigan: They don't find that incredibly annoying?
- Zevran Arainai: They are goddesses receiving their subjects, just as you should be. Whatever would be annoying about that?
- Morrigan: I have no wish to be placed upon a pedestal!
- Zevran Arainai: But you deserve no less! You should be admired by painters, copied by sculptors, exalted by poets. Surely you know yours is a beauty so exotic, it-it would turn the eye of the Maker himself!
- Morrigan: Well, I suppose I...
- Zevran Arainai: And there we go! I think you owe me five silvers, yes?
- Alistair: Maker's breath! You were right. You win, I guess.
- Zevran Arainai: Thank you, ser. I expect payment forthwith.
- Morrigan: I hate you all!
- Morrigan: Have a care where your eyes linger, Alistair.
- Alistair: Yes well, don't worry. It's not what you think.
- Morrigan: I see.
- Alistair: I was looking at your nose.
- Morrigan: And what is it about my nose that captivates you so?
- Alistair: I was just thinking that it looks exactly like your mother's.
- Morrigan: I hate you so much!
- Alistair: Hmm? What?
- Morrigan: Never mind!
- Carroll: You! You're not looking to get across to the tower, are you? Because I have strict orders not to let anyone pass!
- Player: I am a Grey Warden and I seek the assistance of the mages.
- Carroll: Oh, You're a Grey Warden, are you? Prove it.
- Player: I have these documents here...
- Carroll: Yes? Oh, a Grey Warden seal. A-ha. So you're claiming to be one of those. You know, I have some documents, too. They say I'm the queen of Antiva. What do you think of that?
- Player: Aren't queens female?
- Carroll: Don't question royalty! Anyway, it was nice chatting with you. Now, on your way. Right now. Go.
- Player: Your superior won't like that you've given me trouble.
- Carroll: He won't know if you never get in, will he? Ooh, I've outsmarted you! If I were more flexible I'd pat myself on the back!
- Morrigan: Couldn't we work something out?
- Carroll: That dark-eyed temptress over there... surely the tower would be far too dull for her. Because it gets a little lonely out here sometimes... and you know, you could just leave her here with me...
- Morrigan: Oh, excellent! I have been hoping for new prey!
- Carroll: Prey?
- Morrigan: 'Twill take but a moment. Perhaps you should go aboard the vessel to prepare while we are away. We must row ourselves across. I fear the lad will no longer have the use of his limbs... or his eyes, once I am done with him.
- Carroll: Er... maybe I should...
- Morrigan: Wonderful! I can sense his terror! Oh, that will make the loving all the sweeter...
- Carroll: So, you said you wanted to get across? Maybe we should go now. Right now. NOW.
- Morrigan: That's a most offensive odor!
- Oghren: And you're looking at me?
- Morrigan: Should I be looking elsewhere? Have you forgotten about the fish you stored in your backpack, perhaps?
- Oghren: I was saving it. Won't be ready for the lye for at least another day.
- Morrigan: Even the Chasind did not have such disgusting habits, and they consumed the flesh of the dead.
- Oghren: Fine, fine. I'll soak it in the lye now. Have it your way, Miss Squeamish.
- Morrigan: That's not what I... no, never mind. Just... get it over with. Quickly.