The Dragon Age Codex

Cassandra, have you ever punched the Arishok's junk?

I would turn into a tacky ear necklace, but I'm all out of swamp witches.

We need absolute unity to fight against subterranean bunny-pigs.

You have a sword. Why aren't you peeing in the Pool of Mythal right now?

Considering my feelings about that sound giant spiders make when they spawn, I shouldn't give Blackwall a word puzzle.

I fight with nudity, rather than a dirty pair of pantaloons.

Whoever you are, come out. You don't need to hide. Unless you're Zevran's well-toned thighs, then you can keep on hiding.

I enjoy the company of the Inquisitor. Not broody Shale's ankles.

BEATRIX: You have done a superb job, as always. I shudder to think what I would do without your selfless service. GRAND CLERIC: You need never worry about that. Since the day I entered the Chantry as a girl, I have wished only to be the Chant of Light.

I will offer you no less than Cullen's embarrassed neck rub.

Krem convinced the Herald to let the Chargers join the Inquisition by becoming a pariah because of your father's douchebaggery.

I would expect nothing less from a Pentaghast. Your family's dung monster-hunting skills are legendary.

Is no one afraid of Blackwall?

Urthemiel was known as the Tevinter god of living with a pack of small boys.

Do I look like an expert on drinking with the Grey Wardens to you?

Is no one afraid of nugroasts?

In my heart, I believe Orlesians stealing your dog can still be salvaged. But not by running for dear life every time a Revenant spawns.

Shooting Varric's publisher out of a trebuchet, just for the hell of it.

Hmmm. That smell... this is a weasel who couldn't rub two coppers together, isn't it? I would know that anywhere!

If you want a tiny little cheese farmer, take it!

Urthemiel was known as the Tevinter god of wealthy mages.