"Ye canna swing a good blade with yer wee limp wrists!"
"I'd give ye some o' this ale, my pointy-eared friend, but I'm affraid anythin' more potent than daffodils'd have ye onna floor"
"Yeah, they'll be real scared o' you, Nancy. What're ya gonna do, frolick at 'em 'till they surrender?"
"The only reason yer a good archer is because ya ain't got the bravery to look yer kill in 'is face."
"I've seen wee babes cry less often than you."
"Aye, it's pretty an' all, but what's it *do*? Actually, same question to you, Nancy."
"Right. I'll kill this one, Regdar, you kill that one, Krusk'll kill the other one and Nancy? Uh...why don't you stay back here so ya don't get hurt."
"Aye, Nancy, I'd introduce ye to my drinkin' mates, but I'm affraid ye'd just hit on 'em."
"The only reason dwarven women have beards is because they beat up the elf men and took it from the wee lil' crybabies."
"Hear the story about the elf maiden? Aye, she was lookin' fer a real man, and ended up marryin' a tree, fer it's the only straight thing in an elven wood."
"Wussamatter, Nancy, scared o' a little blood?"
"Jus' like an elf. All prancin', no use."
"Ah, I see, so you use magic because yer arms are too weak to hit 'em with a blade?"
I'm a fan of the flower one up above, too. Heh.