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Merrill: You’re not going to say anything?
Isabela: No! And don’t you say anything to him either!
Hawke: I’m right here, you know. What are you going on about?
Merrill: You have a bit of…something…on your nose there.
Hawke: What? How long has it been there?
Isabela: Oh. Now you’ve gone and ruined it.

Isabela: I spy with my little eye something that is…red. And socially uncomfortable. No guesses? It starts with A.
Aveline: Shut up.
Isabela: Oh, my mistake it starts with such a B.
Aveline: Time and a place, Isabela. No games when we’re this deep in a mess.
Isabela: Fine. Gone from B to a real C anyway.

Gamlen: So, you’re into elves, huh? I guess I don’t have to ask which one of you is the girl.

Varric: So, you and Hawke?
Fenris: What about us?
Varric: Want to make sure I get all the details right when I tell this story. Did he sweep you off your feet? I’m assuming he did the sweeping. He’s taller than you. Awkward, otherwise.

Morrigan: What good is an incorporeal bridge? Are we supposed to imagine ourselves on the other side?

Hawke: This must be a very different pace from serving King Cailan.
Aveline: I loved that life, but there’s a new king for a new Ferelden. Seems cocksure, but I guess he was there when the Archdemon fell. Can’t fault an active hand. It’s just one more change, though. The real end for me was Ostagar. What about you, Carver? You were there. Do you feel something similar?
Carver: No.
Aveline: All right, then. Bit of a tit, your brother.

Varric: You know, Junior, it’s eerie how much of a resemblance there is between you two.
Carver: He’s my brother. Of course there’s a resemblance.
Varric: Oh, you thought I meant Hawke? I was talking about Gamlen.
Carver: Maker, I hate you, dwarf.