Some of the more memorable quotes from the games:
Minsc
Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, watch it! I'm huge!
Magic is impressive, but now Minsc leads! Swords for everyone!
You point, I punch.
Evil 'round every corner. Careful not to step in any.
Take heart fellow adventurers, for you have curried the favor of Boo, the only miniature giant space hamster in the Realm!
There is strength in numbers, and I am two or three, at least.
The bigger they are, the harder I hit!
(when berserking): Fear not! I will inspire you all by charging blindly on!
(When hiding in shadows) None shall see me, though my battlecry may give me away.
(on casting failure) I turned around to shield Boo and I lost my spell. I am not sorry.
(to his pet hamster Boo, when battle is imminent): Go for the eyes Boo, GO FOR THE EYES!! RrraaaAAGHGHH!!!
(on failure to do damage with equipped weapon): I hit, to no effect!? I need a bigger sword!
Boo: *squeak*
Minsc: Boo says "WHAT?"
Camaraderie, adventure, and steel on steel. The stuff of legend! Right Boo?
Butt-kicking! For goodness!
(when in a Town) Cities always teem with evil and decay. Let's give it a good shake and see what falls out!
Minsc will lead with blade and boot! Boo will take care of the details.
Jump on my sword while you can, evil... I won't be as gentle!
We are all heroes: You and Boo and I. Hamsters and rangers everywhere! Rejoice!
Squeaky wheel gets the kick!
Live by the sword, live a good looong time.
See battle Boo? Run, Boo, run!
Ooo, squirrels, Boo! I know I saw them! Quick, throw nuts!
Feel the backhand of Justice!
Full plate, and packing steel!
A den of stinking evil. Cover your nose Boo! We will leave no crevice untouched!
When the going gets tough, someone hold my rodent!
There be safety in numbers and I am two or three at least.
These bars will not hold my wrath. Minsc will be free! Butts shall be liberally kicked in good measure.
This behaviour must not continue. Feel the burning stare of my hamster and change your ways.
Boo must have his exercise, lest he bite us all in hard to reach places.
Make way evil! I'm armed to the teeth and packing a hamster!
Look, Boo - everyone knows now! See how his fame spreads like a scented cloud from your furry back-side when you have had one too many crackers!
Yes Boo, I agree. This group could do with a swift kick in the morals.
If I continue with this I'll never look Boo in the eyes again. Choose carefully, I'll not let this come to pass.
After frolicking in a bush that we now consider to be of suspicious nature, both Boo and I have contracted the Calimshite Itch in rather... private places. A salve would be most joyously anticipated!
Boo is small and evasive, and there is ever so much of Minsc to search.
I need aid soon, lest my hamster become an orphan.
Boo points, I punch. Is very simple relationship, but it is effective.
Cities always teem with evil and decay. Let's give it a good shake and see what falls out!
What...yes but...but..alright. Boo tells me that I'm raving again. I did not notice a difference, but I shall heed his word, nonetheless.
*Squeak* Boo says that he was just doing his job.
Boo does not trust this Kiser. See how his nose twitches? Something smells about this, and it is not stinky clouds from Boo's furry backside!
My skin may not have scales, but it has seen many suns come and go. Boo thinks you could use some sun too, then you might not smell so much like wet laundry.
Must have aid soon. Boo is... too young to have to avenge me!
The protagonist
I know you said that you wouldn't tolerate excuses, but we have a real good one.
Forsooth, methinks you are no ordinary talking chicken!
Is it just me, or is the world filled with wackos? Okay, Mr. Psycho gnome, I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but we're really not interested in your rock garden.
Sorry, Aldeth, but we're siding with the druids. They have this great Aloe-Vera balm they are giving away samples of, and my armor has been chafing a bit, ya know?
No, we're not mercenaries. We just carry weapons and kill things for the joy of the experience.
(to Portalbendarwinden): 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 CLEAR?!
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.
Korgan: It's been a grand fight, eh mage? Can you better cap a life than with blood betwixt the toes and the flames of hell itself? Ha!
Edwin: Will someone get this bile-soaked freak away from me?!
Korgan: What? No stomach for the cleavings of me axe?
Edwin: I do not fault the need for frontline offense, but I fail to see why you need to sink a blade to your elbows.
Korgan: Bah! Mages! Ye'll blast away from your mother's window but catch your scatter-willies at the thought of blood. It's called follow-through! Feh!
Minsc: Boo? Boo... where are you?
Jan: What's the matter, Minscy? Did you lose (snicker)... lose (giggle)... lose something?
Minsc: You! The tiny, tricky gnome! Minsc knows it was you who stole Boo! You cannot fool Minsc! What is that bulge moving about within your trousers?
Jan: This bulge here? Why that's (ha-ha) that's nothing. I'm just happy to see you, Minscy. (giggle) Oh, those tiny feet tickle so.
Minsc: I hear Boo's frenzied squeaking! Ho-ho! He is growing angry, little man. Release Boo from your drawers lest his sharp teeth nibble on your naughty bits in his outrage!
Jan: Boo would never do such a thing... uh, at least I hope he wouldn't. Actually, now that I think about it, that's a chance I'm not willing to take. Here you go, Minscy - Boo's yours again, safe and sound.
Minsc: Ah, Minsc and Boo together again! Jan, you are not worthy of having a miniaturized giant space hamster scampering loose in your pants.
Jan: Ah, I suppose there are precious few of us indeed who are truly worthy of that particular honor.
