From a one-shot, fairly silly Forgotten Realms game. The party consisted of an air genasi cleric of Shaundakul, a half-drow Harper scout, and my wood elf druid. They were approaching a city when they encountered a pack of hydras; at the level they were at, they didn't have too much trouble, but my druid sent her raven off to get help. Help comes back, in the form of Elminster, who introduces himself. Now, my druid was not precisely uncultured, but she did have some very strange opinions on things, which is probably why the following exchange occured.
Liadan: Important? (She spoke a fairly broken form of common.)
Elminster: Well, I'm the chosen of a goddess, so she obviously thinks so.
Liadan: *beat* Not, then. *nods*
The other two players fell over. For the matter, the DM did too.