Most of dragon age Quotes are hilarious:
Morrigan: "I am not fond of sharing. You should know this."
Leliana: "I haven't asked to borrow anything of yours."
Morrigan: "Nor would I lend it if asked. You would be best to desist and find your own."
Leliana: "Find my own what?"
Morrigan: "(sigh) This facade of yours is unconvincing. If 'tis a competition you wish, a competition you shall have."
Leliana: "You wild folk are very odd. And possessive."
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Sten: You were in the Chantry. You are a priest?
Leliana: No, no. I was a lay sister of the Chantry.
Sten: Which means?
Leliana: I lived and worked in the Chantry, but I did not take any vows.
Sten: So you... dabbled in priesthood, then?
Leliana: Oh no, the lay sisters don't have the same sorts of duties as priests at all.
Sten: So you were not a priest, did none of their duties, and took no vows, but you lived among them?
Leliana: Yes!
Sten: ...You were a house guest of the Chantry?
Leliana: Um... sort of...
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Sten: You sing a great deal.
Leliana: Yes, I do. Music lifts my spirit. Would you like me to stop?
Sten: I didn't say that. Was that part of your Chant?
Leliana: (Laughs) No! It was a ballad about a highwayman and the tavern girl who loved him. Could you not tell?
Sten: All your language sounds the same to me. I thought you were singing of vegetables, actually.
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Leliana: Zevran, I saw you looking at that girl in town earlier. What did you think of her?
Zevran: My dear Leliana, which girl? I saw many and I watched them all.
Leliana: You know, the one with the... with the shoes!
Zevran: The shoes. Yes, good reference.
Leliana: Well, she also had blond curls worn in a long braid.
Zevran: A braid? Oh, that one. Yes, I remember her.
Leliana: So, what did you think? You seemed quite enthralled.
Zevran: Well, she was... quite marvelous... except for the butter face.
Leliana: The butter what?
Zevran: Butter face. Everything's marvelous but her face.
Leliana: You're a bad man.
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Leliana: I do not understand why you hate birds so much.
Shale: It is because I had to endure their chirping, their perching, and most especially their constant sh-
Leliana: No, I understand that part. But they were just... being what they are!
Shale: Exactly. Disgusting vermin with wings. Darkspawn must be exterminated for being what they are, as well.
Leliana: But a bird is a creature of grace, and beauty! They open their mouths and they sing!
Shale: The bard hears music. I hear a wail of banshees that boils my blood.
Leliana: But... what about a nightingale? Or a swan?
Shale: They are not pigeons, it is true. Still? Evil beasts of the sky.
Leliana: (Sigh) I give up.
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Oghren: OK, so you don't like me riding on you. But that don't matter, I got a better idea! A chariot! It would be glorious! Spiked wheels, my house symbol emblazoned on it! I'd like mighty fine indeed! And you, my faithful mutt-steed, would lead the dogs pulling my chariot to the heart of battle! While I hew our foes from the sides!! We'd fell thousands!
Dog: *Angry growl*
Oghren: Bah! Sodding dog! You have no vision! One day you'll see, I'll have my own squad of Mabari charioteers! And you! You'll regret that you were never able to get a slice of the action!
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Anders: You don't actually think your jokes are funny, do you?
Oghren: Could have sworn that fly was buzzing again.
Anders: "HAR! Let me tell you about my life in one word!" (Belches)
Oghren: "Oh no! Don't take me back to the tower! I'm far, far too delicate!"
Anders: "I'm not only a dwarf, I'm a moron! Listen to me fart!"
Oghren: "Oh no, big templar man! What are you going to do with that sword?"
Anders: Eww.
Oghren: Don't play with fire unless you want to get burned, son.
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Okay last one.
Oghren: You're Rendon Howe's little blighter.
Nathaniel: That's one way of putting it.
Oghren: They talked about you in the army. Fergus Cousland said you wouldn't have the stones to show your face again. But you proved him wrong. I respect that.
Nathaniel: You do?
Oghren: Yeah. Throw caution to the wind, run headlong into danger, and sod the consequences -- that's the only way to live.
Nathaniel: Thanks... I think.
Oghren: Yep. Don't you give a piss what the others think. Oghren's got your back.
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There more...A lot more.
