(..) How can you blame them, your legend is known from the high seas and the snow barriers, to the great island kingdom. You are the moster slayer. -We may nah the monsters now. The time of heroes is dead, Wiglaf. The Christ God has killed it, leaving human kind with noting but weeping (..)

(..) -It's not a shame, it's a curse. No, shame. My husband has no other... no sons. And he will have no more, for all his talk. Oy, Hondshew. How was she? -Nah. Not my type. I know your type. Baa! Baa! Lord Beowulf...What are you doing? The creature has no sword, no armor. (..)