(..) Isn't that adorable? Who the heck am I to crush his little dreams, huh? Right? Look, you probably can't read, fox, but the sign says "We reserve... the right to refuse service to anyone!" So beat it. You're holding up the line. - Hello. Excuse me. - Hey, you're gonna have to wait your turn... (..)

(..) - I'm gonna name her Judy. - Ice this weasel. - All right, all right! Please! I'll talk. I stole them Nighthowlers so I could sell them. They offered me what I couldn't refuse: Money. And to whom did you sell them? A ram named Doug. We got a drop spot underground. Just watch it. Doug is... (..)

(..) - The world's been at peace. It would do the Guardian a world of good to see a friendly face beyond this old one. He can't refuse you... nor King Wrynn. No. He did not. So. You become a sculptor? (..)