One of the characters in the game is named "Minister Lloyd Wainwright". Lloydminster and Wainwright are the names of communities in Alberta, Canada, east of Edmonton where BioWare is headquartered.
Jon Irenicus:
I cannot be caged. I cannot be controlled.
Shadow Thief:
No! I don't want to die!
Jon Irenicus:
Silence, dog. Your only purpose is to die by my hand.
Minsc:
Make way villain! Hero coming through!
Imoen:
I will... see death come... so empty inside. I feel... I feel weak.
Minsc:
I trust those who prey on children no farther than they can be thrown, even if I manage to throw them pretty far!
Minsc:
I won't cry for the dead! I won't! Well, maybe a little... but I will staunch the tears with righteous fury!
Viconia:
I miss the customs of my homeland, like the breaking in of new pleasure slaves. The largest and strongest were the hardest to break, but they were the most rewarding. Sarevok, I find your great size... intriguing.
Sarevok:
Were you to break me Viconia, you might find nothing but the chill emptiness of the grave within.
Viconia:
That does not repulse me as you might imagine. We drow are ever eager to broaden our... experience.
Sarevok:
I orchestrated a war to slaughter thousands. I have felt the cold embrace of death. I have witnessed the horrors of the abyss. But you, Viconia... you scare me.
Viconia:
Cowards everywhere I turn! If you find your courage, Sarevok, seek me out.
Keldorn:
Imoen! What... are you pawing at me yet again? Do you think I do not notice? You are attempting to pickpocket me, aren't you?
Imoen:
Well, no... I just...
Keldorn:
Just what? Out with it girl. I won't have a party member stealing from me.
Imoen:
No, no, that's not it! I... I was just... I was just trying to find out if you're as muscular under your armour as you look. Oh, I know that you're married and all that Keldorn... but do you have *any* idea how good you look? I... I can't help myself, I just what to touch you all the time!
Keldorn:
Imoen! I... I have a daughter that is the same age as you!
Imoen:
I don't know what it is Keldorn, maybe it's the Bhaal essence in me. I just want to run my fingers through your hair and nibble on your ears! Oh, Keldorn, you drive me so wild!
Keldorn:
By Torm, no! This is terrible! I... I had no idea I had this effect on you...
Imoen:
Oh get over yourself already, Keldorn! Sheesh.
[Imoen giggles]
Imoen:
Here's your ring back. I won't take it again, I promise.
Imoen:
So... Sarevok. You've had an itty-bitty piece of my soul in there for quite a while now. What's it been like?
Sarevok:
Well, other than a slight obsession with my weight and the resurgence of a few pimples, it's been simply grand.
Anomen:
There is an evil in my heart, I have always known this and I spoke of it to you. Hate and anger, twisted and black... and I... I cannot control it.
Jaheira:
Khalid! No... this... this is an illusion, a dream... a bad dream... Where are the mirrors... the switches to pull to... to show where he is hidden... Khalid...
Jan:
Well, you've got the look of an adventurer about you. I've been one myself, betwixt stints as a turnip salesman that is. Occasionally the markets get down and the formerly self-respecting purveyors of fine veggies are forced to prostitute their abilities in the form of adventuring.
Minsc:
What? Boo is outraged! See his fury! It's small, so look close. Trust me, it's there.
Jon Irenicus:
You are born of murder, the very essence of that which takes life. You have power, if you wish it.
Minsc:
Minsc will be free! These bonds will not hold my wrath! Butts will be liberally kicked in good measure!
Minsc:
I have lost myself in your words but Boo thinks you're just ducky.
Haer'Dalis:
My... my head clears, filled with stars and liquid fire... and I see before me the new holders of my shackles? The wizard has released me, I see, only to pass my reins to another. So I'm to be your prize, am I? A mockingbird to sing your petty praises?
Minsc:
This is silly! Buttons are not how one escapes dungeons! I would smash the button and rain beatings liberally down on the wizard for playing such a trick!
Minsc:
I would hate being forgotten in a bottle. It might depend somewhat on the type of bottle, but overall I expect the effect would be similar.
Jaheira:
Sometimes they don't come back! Sometimes some people, no matter how much you love them and no matter what you try to do, get... they get taken away. You're young, Aerie... You'll figure it out soon enough.
Haer'Dalis:
Your heart is heavy, my mourning dove? Your eyes wander, I think, into dark and solemn places that others cannot see. Have a care, fair Aerie, lest they draw you in forever.
Edwin:
Well, it would seem the leader of our little group has impregnated the impressionable circus child. And here I thought she was merely getting chubby without the ring master's whip to keep her in shape.
Lilarcor:
You know, my last owner always said I was sharp and edgy. He was such an ass.
Lilarcor:
I don't know what you were expecting, but as a sword I'm pretty one-dimensional in what I want.
Lilarcor:
Y'know, once, I was like, a Moonblade.
Demon:
This path is to the core, the depths of your soul. Only through sacrifice can you achieve such insight. Do you give of yourself that you will know yourself? Do you let go of what you are, that you might see from a distance? Choose what you will sacrifice to know yourself, to walk within.
Bhaal:
You cannot run from yourself; you cannot defeat yourself! I am the blood! I am the instinct!
Imoen:
I lurk behind your soul, in the very fiber of your being. I am the only thing left when mind and reason are stripped away. I will show you what you can be, what you can do... if you simply let yourself become what you are. I can show you all of this, because I am within. I am what fills the void. I am you.
Lonk the Sane:
My job? Taking care of crazies like you. Making sure you don't go and hurt yourselves with your deviant powers. And cookies, I make cookies.
Viconia:
Minsc, that tattoo on your face. Does it have tribal significance or did some nursery's fingerpainting class assault you with the blue pastels?
Minsc:
I do not like the tone of your voice, Dark Elf. The face I have is the face the ladies love! Boo loves Minsc's face, too! Don't you, Boo?
Viconia:
May darkness prevail.
Viconia:
He dropped to his knees to beg for mercy, which offered me height advantage as I smashed in his skull with a sledgehammer.
Minsc:
Magic is impressive but now Minsc leads. Swords for everyone!
Imoen:
Just like old times. Well, except for the torture and all.
Minsc:
Butt kicking for goodness.
Jon Irenicus:
Your actions affect so many others than yourself. You will come to realize what little choice you have. You will do what you must, become what you must, or others will pay for your cowardice. You WILL accept the gifts offered to you.
Jon Irenicus:
Life... is strength. That is not to be contested; it seems logical enough. You live; you affect your world.
Jon Irenicus:
I wonder if you are destined to be forgotten. Will your life fade in the shadow of greater beings?
Dradeel:
One has lots of time for reflection while waiting for the ENDLESS WAVES OF BAD DOGGIE WEREWOLF MONSTERS THAT CHEW YOUR TOES WHILE YOU SLEEP!
Minsc:
[before going berserk] Despair not! I shall inspire you by charging BLINDLY ON.
Minsc:
Boo will have clean wood shavings, you evil bastards!
Minsc:
You should have given a sword, give a man a fish and he feeds himself for a day, give a man a sword and he can chow down on the ,eaty marrow of evil!
Minsc:
Go for the eyes, Boo, go for the eyes!
Lilarcor:
What about now? Let's kill.
Sarevok:
Ranger, turn your rodent's gaze another direction! I will not be scrutinised as though by some ridiculous divining rod!
Minsc:
Boo has an uncanny judge of character, but you... you give him trouble.
Sarevok:
I'll give him more than that if this continues! I nearly conquered a nation! I will not be judged by a creature that stores nuts in its cheeks!
Jan:
Hey! I resemble that remark.
Sarevok:
Trust me, gnome, you do not want to partake in my wrath this day.
Minsc:
Food storage aside, Boo controls himself far better than you do. Do you see him ranting about mere glances? Let's look.
Sarevok:
What?
Minsc:
See? No rant. In fact, now he is snuffling about for a comfy place to sleep. Admirable restraint.
Sarevok:
I'm still in Hell, aren't I? This is insanity.
Minsc:
Ah, finally a calming look comes across your face. Boo's handiwork, no doubt? Doesn't that feel better?
Sarevok:
Let's... let's go kill something. Soon.
Jan:
Anomen, my friend, I realise I've been less than polite with you in the past and I wish to apologize.
Anomen:
Verily, you have played me most false.
Jan:
Indeed! All know you're an unrepentant ass. 'Tis not my place to say so.
Anomen:
Shut up, gnome.
Jan:
Your ugliness, both in body and soul, thought true, is inappropriate for discussion and rankly impolite. You're stupid, poorly educated, and always smell faintly of lilacs, but it was wrong of me to bring attention to it.
Anomen:
Silence before I CRACK YOUR SKULL!
Jan:
Arrogant, drunken, priggish, whiny, pompous are common adjectives used to describe you, but I was wrong to say so. You are completely incapable of independent thought and soil yourself with regularity seldom found outside the nursery. I shall no longer bring these things up in front of the others.
Lilarcor:
You know I am an intelligent sword, although I had no formal edumacation.
Lilarcor:
So, are we gonna kill something now?
Lilarcor:
I'm sharp, I can come up with something... OK... find someone who knows what you want to know and threaten to kill them! Yeah! Then kill them! Woo-hoo!
Lilarcor:
I know! Start swinging! Eventually you'll lop off the head of someone important and then the good fights will REALLY start!
Lilarcor:
Err... find that wizard guy. Yeah... find him and kill him. Kill kill kill kill KILL! Whoo-hoo!
Lilarcor:
My brother's a +12 Hackmaster!
Lilarcor:
Choke up, dolt, your grip is all wrong!
Lilarcor:
What's my status? Since when do you care about me unless I'm impaled in something's guts? Oh well, fine, let me think for a minute... Well, as a matter of fact I would like to register a complaint. I want to kill a dragon. Right now. Go find one and kill it. That would be SO cool.
Lilarcor:
You really need to clean me. I like to shine! Hahaha!
Lilarcor:
Hands up, kiddies, who wants to die?
Lilarcor:
*sigh*
Lilarcor:
*double sigh*
Lilarcor:
Come get some! Boo-yah!
Lilarcor:
Kill it! Kill it quick before they're all gone!
Lilarcor:
Muhahahahahaha!
Protagonist:
Might you have any advice, o Sentient Sword?
Lilarcor:
Advice, eh? Well, besides working a little on your swordsmanship. Besides that, I'd have to think. Hmmm... find someone rich, and kill them. Find someone richer, and kill them, too! Hack and slash you way to fortune! Woo-hoo!
Yoshimo:
[after Edwin is transformed into a woman by the Nether Scroll] Tell me,Edwina, would you like me to let out the seams on your robe? I'm quite handy with a needle. You do, after all, have more... bulk... in the upper chest area.
Edwina:
[Slavic woman voice] Silence,you fool! Chauvinist pig!
[mumbling]
Edwina:
what am I saying?
[louder]
Edwina:
I mean to say IDIOT!
Yoshimo:
It was only an offer, m'lady. There is no cause for anger.
Aerie:
I have a question for you, Imoen... you have the taint of Bhaal within you? Does this mean you will turn into the Slayer as well?
Imoen:
I certainly hope not. I... I've been thinking more and more lately about that, myself, though.
Aerie:
It must be an awful feeling. I cannot imagine how Protagonist deals with it.
Imoen:
Yeah... s/he's been dealing with it longer, too. Sometimes, when it's quiet... I can hear the taint in my heart whispering to me. It says awful things and I almost want to scream to shut them out.
Aerie:
[gasp!] You... you haven't done anything that it's said, have you?
Imoen:
Well... other than that time I got up in the middle of the night to snatch a bag of cinnamon cookies, heck no.
Aerie:
Oh, goo-... what? Cinnamon cookies?
Imoen:
Ha ha! Oh, come on, Aerie! Lighten up, willya? I'll tell ya what, if I have any desires to murder you in the middle of the night, you'll be the first to know, okay?
Aerie:
That's not very funny, Imoen. Protagonist never makes fun of his/her condition that way.
Protagonist:
Well, it's been so much easier when I discovered all the Slayer really wants is a sandwich...
Aerie:
Oh, fine. Everyone seems determined to make fun of me. I'll stand back here, thank you.
Jon Irenicus:
This woman had power, of a sort. She lost her parents to plague, her husband to war, but she persevered. She was well respected, her farm was prosperous and her children were well fed. And now she's dead.
References The Blair Witch Project (1999)