Isabela/Dialogue

Dialogue

 * Isabela: "Hmm... strong hands. Could I entice you to leave your order and sign up as one of my crewmen? I could use those strong hands at my... helm."
 * Warden: "I don't know anything about sailing."
 * Isabela: "The ship is the best teacher. She will guide you with her sighs... her shudders, her gentle swaying as she rides the crests of the waves."


 * Isabela: "She's quite feisty, isn't she?"
 * Warden: "She bites too."
 * Leliana: "I do not!"
 * Isabela: "And you said she was a cloistered sister? I dare say the cloisters must be teaching things other than the Chant of Light."
 * Leliana: "Oh, no, no... I learned those things in Orlais. Bored noblewomen often come up with various methods of self-amusement."


 * Isabela: "She's quite feisty isn't she?"
 * Warden: "I thought her performance was lackluster today."
 * Leliana: "Lackluster! Well, that's a fine way of complimenting a lady!"
 * Isabela: "Ha! You might be many things, sweet Leliana, but as you have proven today, you are no lady."


 * Leliana: "L-let us never speak of this again."
 * Isabela: "Yes, I agree."
 * Zevran: "I don't mind never speaking of it again, as long as we could do it again."
 * Leliana: "That's a thought..."
 * Isabela: "Am I getting old, or has Zevran become even more depraved over the years?"
 * Zevran: "I've been about Grey Wardens. Perhaps the taint has rubbed off on me some, hmm? (Chuckles)"


 * Isabela: "My dear, you wouldn't consider...leaving Alistair with me, would you? Perhaps let me borrow him for a week every summer? I'm sure we could work out a deal."
 * Warden: "Would you lend me your ship?"
 * Isabela: "Of course not! You would misuse the ship-- Which, I suppose, is exactly what I would do with Alistair, though I suspect he would enjoy it while the ship wouldn't."
 * Alistair: "Not that the idea of being borrowed isn't terribly fascinating, but let's not forget the darkspawn. There may not be a week every summer, or any summer."
 * Isabela: "Darkspawn! Is this the only thing men think about these days? What about the good old obsessions? Breasts, firm buttocks, wet frocks?"
 * Alistair: "Hmm... wet frocks..."


 * Hawke: "Stab first, ask questions later?"
 * Isabela: "Trust me, it's better this way."


 * Hawke: "You haven't exactly thought this out, have you?"
 * Isabela: "I haven't exactly worked out all of the kinks. Step one, we find Castillon... step two, I don't know. Something exciting happens. Step three, profit. Any questions?"


 * Isabela: The truth is, sweetness, that men are only good for one thing, while women are good for six.
 * Bethany: Six? Which six?
 * Hawke: Isabela!


 * Isabela: Friend of yours?
 * Flemeth: You speak the word as if it were cheap coin, meant for spending.
 * Isabela: You don't know me.
 * Flemeth: Oh, I know your type.

(if you romanced Leliana in Dragon Age: Origins and had a threesome with Isabela)
 * Isabela: Leliana!
 * Leliana: Isabela?
 * Isabela: "Sister Nightingale" indeed. I remember it didn't take much to make you sing.
 * Leliana: *laughs awkwardly*
 * Varric: Is there anyone in Ferelden you haven't slept with?
 * Leliana: Maybe we should get back to the reason I'm here.


 * Isabela: I like big boats, I cannot lie.


 * Isabela: Oh, look at them! They're like kittens...who want to eat you. (referring to dragonlings)


 * Isabela: And then Isabela went to the Chantry, and saw that it was...boring. Canticle of Isabela, stanza one, verse one.


 * Isabela: You smell that? Smells like repression doesn't it?


 * Isabela: You're leaving? Just like that? What about sex?