*walk up to bandit on the world map*
"Now, Guards, you stand no chance against me, 'cause I'm actually four blokes!"
*cue the battle screen fighting 4 bandit thugs*
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*mook gets blown up next to a save point*
"He really should have saved first..."
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BONDARI RELOADS...
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"Mr. Coolidge, I've made a bet against a fellow who said it was impossible to get more than two words out of you."
"You lose."
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(not a one liner, but definitely said in a single breath)
"Ok, I've just about had my FILL of riddle asking, quest assigning, insult throwing, pun hurling, hostage taking, iron mongering, smart arsed fools, freaks, and felons that continually test my will, mettle, strength, intelligence, and most of all, patience! If you've got a straight answer ANYWHERE in that bent little head of yours, I want to hear it pretty damn quick or I'm going to take a large blunt object roughly the size of Elminster AND his hat, and stuff it lengthwise into a crevice of your being so seldom seen that even the denizens of the nine hells themselves wouldn't touch it with a twenty-foot rusty halberd! Have I MADE myself perfectly CLEAR?!"