Changes: Isabela/Dialogue

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Isabela's dialogue contains the conversations she shares with The Warden in Dragon Age: Origins and with Hawke and Hawke's companions in Dragon Age II.

Dragon Age: Origins

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."

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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."

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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."

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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)"

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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..."

Dragon Age II

Combat comments

Before a fight:

Brace yourselves! Here comes the storm!
If we kill them, we get their stuff!
Run home while you still can!
Let's dance!
You're in trouble now!
Someone needs a good spanking!
The more the merrier, I suppose!
Come on! You want some of this?!
Brace yourselves! Here they come!
Looks like we've got a few more puppies to kick.
Enemies! Everywhere!
Good! I was getting a bit bored!

During a fight:

I'm going to need help!
Someone give me a hand over here!
Alright, new strategy. HELP!
I'm too far away! What do you want me to do? Shout at them?
I can't do anything from here!
Andraste's knees! It's like herding cats!
Got a little something for you!
Oh! That was pitiful!
You hit like an Orlesian dandy!
Don't worry, I'll deal with this!
Time for some payback.
You're mine!
I'll make you cry for your mother!
Too slow!
I could beat you in my sleep!
Oh, you'll pay for that!
You call this a fight?!
I've got what you need, right here!
Ooh! Clumsy!
You hit like my grandmother!
I'm right here! Hit me!
Oh, now I'm angry!

Kills an enemy:

That was too easy!
Who's next?
Oh, I'm good!
Heh! Not so tough now, are you?!
Ha! A good hit!

After a fight:

I need a good, long sleep when I get home.
We had a short-lived drinking game based on how many enemies you have. It killed a man.
Your death toll is approaching natural disaster.
We work well together.
And they say violence doesn't solve anything.
Can you imagine how sore you'd be if it was your job to bury all of these idiots?
Let this be a lesson to future generations.
Loot the bodies!
I'm glad I don't have to clean up this mess.
I can't take credit for all of this, Hawke helped a little bit.

No effect:

If the pointy sticks don't work, try the other pointy sticks!

Recovering from KO:

Nothing like a near-death experience to get the blood pumping.
Oh, let's not do that again.
What is wrong with me today?!
Oh... I need a drink.
Why me? Why is it always me?
Ah, I'm alright. Who needs kidneys, anyways?

About to KO:

You can -handle this, right? I'm just going to- lie down here.
Being close to death is- very bad for my morale!
Don't mind me, it's just a flesh wound.
Oh, this isn't going well!

Low on stamina:

I'm going to need to catch my breath!

Someone else KO'd:

(If Hawke falls) Oh, you're going to regret that!
(If Hawke falls) Don't you die on me!
(If Hawke falls) Hawke's down! Time to panic!
(If Varric falls) Oh, he's not going to be happy when he wakes up.
(If Varric falls) Varric's out! Bianca's going to be disappointed!
(If Merrill falls) Merrill! Oh, blood mages are so dramatic.
(If Merrill falls) Oh, no, Merrill.
Just hold on! Isabela's coming!

Taking a potion:

And they say drinking never solves anything!
Time for a drink!

Stuck:

Trap:

Tread lightly around here.
If only that were possible.
I'd like to, sweet thing, but I can't.
Would you also like me to make pigs fly?
Shall I give it a go?
You're such a slave driver.
you happy now?

Isabela's remarks

(Entering guard barracks) "Coming in here of my own free will seems wrong... like diddling a sister."
"There's no way this Javaris stole from the Qunari. That's hard... I heard."
(Going near the Qunari Compound) "Oh you don't want me in there—female troubles."
(Going near the Qunari Compound) "I need a stiff one... and a drink."
(Going near the Qunari Compound) "Hey, I think I knew that man back in Antiva! Bye!"
"Aww... an empty chest is like an empty bed. What a waste!"
"Must be something in the water."
(Being tempted by the desire demon during the quest, Night Terrors) "I like big boats, I cannot lie."
(referring to dragonlings) "Oh, look at them! They're like kittens... who want to eat you."
"I finally got on top in the end, but I still considered it a draw."
(To Zevran) "You're leaving? Just like that? What about sex?"
"Aveline, if you shove your thumb up his ass, I win."
"Looking for a ditch to lay facedown in? I can recommend one."
(About the Fade) "Something about this place is unsettling. It's like... underwear that never quite sits right."
"Step 1: We find Velasco. Step 2: Something exciting happens. Step 3: Profit"
(When you find the severed hand in The First Sacrifice quest) "Need a hand? Why yes! Yes I do!"
"I'm sorry, I don't speak never-gets-sex-again."
"(Referring to Ketojan) "I bet all he wants is to go chasing after thrown sticks. And someone to rub his belly."
(During Fool's Gold) "The darkspawn smashed the chest, but did they really have to piss on it too? Those were my best boots."
(During To Catch a Thief) "Buck up, big girl. It's a wonderful day."
"I think I need a bath. Do you think I need a bath?"
"There was a brothel on the sunny side of Antiva called "The Bone Pit". It was entirely different from this."
(Bone Pit) "You take me to all the nice places."
(During Haunted) "I really should have gone to the privy before coming here."
(on the Wounded Coast) "Watch out for the squirrels. They can be vicious little bastards."

Isabela and Hawke

(During Fools Rush In)

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

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Act 3

During No Rest for the Wicked
Beginning of quest, while talking about how to fool Velasco

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?" (Possibly a reference to the South Park episode, "Gnomes")

In the Blooming Rose, before pretending to hand Isabela over to trick Velasco

Isabela: Now, this needs to be convincing. And you'll need to get creative—call me names, even hit me.
Isabela: Stick with it, no matter what I do. Velasco's a clever son of a bitch. If you waver, he'll notice.

(Diplomatic choice) I'm not sure about this.

Hawke: I don't know if I can pull this off.
Isabela: Come on, haven't you ever wanted to slap me? Just a little?

If other party members present

Aveline: Absolutely.
Fenris: Yes.
Anders: Yes.
Varric: Yes.
Merrill: Yes... wait, what are we voting on?
Sebastian: Is that a trick question?
Isabela: I wasn't asking you people!
Varric: Face it. You set yourself up for that one.

OR (Humorous choice) You seem a little eager.

Hawke: I'm worried about you. You're enjoying this a little too much.
Isabela: I am, aren't I? (Giggles)

OR (Aggressive choice) This will be fun.

Hawke: I'll make it convincing, not to worry.
Isabela: Er... now you're making me nervous.

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(If Hawke spent the night with Fenris, speak to her in The Hanged Man)

Isabela: Speaking of romance... You and Fenris, eh? That taut, controlled body, brooding demeanor and intense gaze... I hear he still wears the shackles from his life in bondage...under his clothes. You know what they say about men like that, don't you?
Hawke: (Sighs) I'm going to regret asking you to continue, aren't I?
Isabela: He can't find a saw. (Laughs) I had you there! You thought I was going to say something dirty! (Laughs)

OR

Hawke: I haven't seen any shackles. You're just making things up.
Isabela: Oh. But... I had this joke lined up.
Isabela: You're no fun.

OR

Hawke: Keep it to yourself, Isabela.
Isabela: You're no fun.

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(If Hawke romanced Merrill, speak to her in The Hanged Man)

Isabela: Speaking of romance...
Isabela: You're interested in Merrill, aren't you?
Hawke: I have feelings for her/I'm that obvious, am I?
Isabela: Well, that's good. She always seemed a little lonely.
Isabela: I get the feeling the girl's messing in something big and dangerous.
Isabela: Look out for her, will you? Make sure she doesn't hurt herself.
Isabela: Oh, and if you do anything nasty to her, I'll cut off your balls. (male Hawke)

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(If Hawke romanced Anders, speak to her in The Hanged Man)

Isabela: Speaking of romance...you, Anders, and Justice? That must be exciting! As they say, two's company, but three is better.
Hawke: I enjoy being with Anders, and that's all I'm going to say about it.
Isabela: We know about Anders. What about Justice? Does he not get involved?...

OR

Hawke: I don't think whoever made that claim had a Fade spirit in mind.
Isabela: No? You don't like his "spear of righteousness" then?...

(For diplomatic or humorous choice) Or perhaps he thinks you're too good of a person, and isn't willing to smite you. That would be a shame, wouldn't it? Everyone deserves a good smiting now and then. I could use one right this minute. (Laughs)

OR

Hawke: Keep your nose out of my affairs.
Isabela: Oh, fine. Prude.

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(If Hawke has slept with Isabela and let her take the ship:)

Hawke: "So when do I get the grand tour?"
Isabela: "Haven't you already - Oh, you mean the ship."

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(When entering the Blooming Rose for the first time)

Isabela: "The difference between whores and courtesans is...well, they have nicer shoes."
Hawke: "I don't think anyone's looking at their shoes."

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(After the events of All That Remains and if you romanced Isabela)

Isabela: "I... uh. I feel I should say... something."
Hawke: "I know you're not good at... emotional stuff."
Isabela: "At least your mother loved you. Not everyone can say that."
Hawke: "Mother was all I had left."
Isabela: "You don't really think that, do you?"
Isabela: "Family's not just the people you're related to by blood. There are other people who care about you."
Isabela: "Like... Aveline."

Isabela and Anders

Act 1

Isabela: Hello? Is Anders there? Can I speak to Anders?
Anders: You can stop yelling. It's always me.
Isabela: Oh, good. I didn't want to talk to that other guy. You know, the stick-in-the-mud.
Anders: He can still hear you. Justice and I are one.
Anders: Anyway, you wanted to talk to me?
Isabela: Not really. I just wanted to make sure it was you.

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Anders: I keep thinking I know you from somewhere...
Isabela: You're Fereldan, right? Ever spend time at the Pearl?
Anders: That's it!
Anders: You used to really like that girl with the griffon tattoos, right? What was her name?
Isabela: The Lay Warden?
Anders: That's right! I think you were there the night I—
Isabela: Oh! Were you the runaway mage who could do that electricity thing? That was nice...
Hawke: Please stop talking. Now.

(Or if Varric is in the party)

Varric: I don't think I need to know this about either of you.

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Anders: Isabela, you never talk about the mages' plight.
Isabela: What's there to say?
Anders: There's plenty to say.
Isabela: And you say enough for the lot of us, don't you think?
Anders: So you're telling me you have no opinion on the matter?
Isabela: None whatsoever!
Anders: That can't be true.
Isabela: No, I'm afraid I'm really this shallow.

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Anders: Sometimes, I think you have the right idea.
Isabela: Handcuffs, whipped cream, always be on top?
Anders: I never used to give two bits what anyone thought of me.
Anders: Justice once asked me why I didn't do more for other mages. I told him it was too much work.
Anders: But I couldn't go back after that. Couldn't stop thinking about it.
Anders: Sometimes, I miss being that selfish.
Isabela: Huh? Were you talking? I was still at "whipped cream."

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Act 2

Anders: What makes this relic of yours so valuable?
Isabela: The same thing that makes anything valuable. Someone's willing to pay for it.
Anders: That's not evasive.
Isabela: Look, I didn't get where I am by showing my hand, you know?
Anders: No, your hand isn't what I hear you've been showing.

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Anders: Do you ever have any regrets?
Isabela: About what?
Anders: Anything? Everything? I can't figure you out.
Isabela: The past's past. I learned that young. If it can't bring you gold or giggles, what's the point in dwelling on it?
Anders: Maybe the chance to fix a mistake? Make things right again?
Isabela: Eh. Our mistakes make us who we are.
Anders: That was almost profound.

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Anders: So, this relic you lost... how is it you don't know what it is?
Isabela: It was in a box.
Anders: And you didn't open it? You managed to resist the urge?
Isabela: It was locked. It was a locked box!
Anders: Hasn't stopped you before.
Isabela: What do you want me to say?
Anders: Nothing. I just found it curious, that's all.

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Anders: You do have an opinion on mages, don't you?
Isabela: Of course I do. I just don't feel a constant need to bring it up.
Isabela: (Sighs) Mages don't worry me. And I don't believe the templars when they say I should be worried.
Isabela: I'm more likely to be shanked in a bar than eaten by an abomination. You can hear those coming a mile away.
Isabela: "Grr. Argh!" "Oh, is that an abomination coming to eat us? We should get out of here!"
Anders: Abominations don't go, "Grr. Argh."
Isabela: They don't? I should rethink the whole thing, then.

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Act 3

Anders: You're not nearly as selfish as you pretend.
Isabela: Hey! You take that back!
Anders: You had your relic. You were gone. There was no reason for you to come back and face the Qunari.
Isabela: I still don't have a ship. I thought I could get one.
Anders: From a bunch of shipwrecked Qunari?
Isabela: From the Viscount. I just got here late.
Anders: I always knew you had a heart of gold.
Isabela: Shh! Don't tell anyone.

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Anders: I don't know how you live the way you do, blithely ignoring the consequences of your actions.
Isabela: This is about the Qunari thing, isn't it? I'm not ignoring it. I just recognize that it happened years ago.
Isabela: There's this fantastic thing called "moving on." You should try it sometime.
Anders: Has it occurred to you that Kirkwall is only just recovering from the Qunari attack?
Isabela: And you want me to... what? Flog myself daily?
Isabela: Has it occurred to you that maybe there's no justice in the world? Other than that voice you keep in your head.

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Anders: There is justice in the world.
Isabela: Is there? You want to free the mages. Let's say you do, but to get there, you kill a bunch of innocent people.
Isabela: What about them? Don't they then deserve justice?
Anders: Yes.
Isabela: And then what? Where does it end?
Isabela: It's like a bar brawl. People are continuously pulled into the fray, and nobody remembers why it started.
Isabela: Justice is an idea. It makes sense in a world of ideas, but not in our world.

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Anders: I can't believe you're still not taking sides.
Isabela: I told you, I only like to be on top.
Anders: I mean against the templars! You like freedom, right? You hate slavery.
Anders: Why wouldn't you side with the mages?
Isabela: Maybe I just don't like you.

Isabela and Aveline

Act 1

Aveline: So, Isabela. You're a captain?
Isabela: That's right, big girl. What of it?
Aveline: I don't remember your name on any registries. Every ship that docks has to declare.
Isabela: I never docked, and you're no port authority.
Aveline: And you... are no merchant.
Isabela: Ooh... scrutiny.

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Isabela: Do men find you intimidating? What about Wesley? Did he?
Aveline: Isabela...
Isabela: What? Too soon?
Aveline: Too soon, too personal, too... everything coming from you!
Isabela: Ooh, sore spot?
Aveline: If you don't shut up, I'll give you a sore spot.

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Isabela: You have such pretty hair. What a lovely color.
Aveline: Other children used to laugh at me for having ginger hair.
Isabela: Really? Aww. I bet you were cute. Did you have pigtails?
Aveline: Sometimes.
Isabela: How precious! Little Aveline, running around the village with her flaming orange pigtails streaming behind her...
Isabela: ... and little boys all scattering and screaming for mercy as she approached.
Aveline: Shut up, whore.

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(Only if you complete The Way It Should Be)

Isabela: Well. "Captain." Can I call you captain? You can call me captain.
Aveline: I won't be doing that.
Isabela: Neither will I. Because you're a guard captain. No real authority. Not like on a ship.
Aveline: Well, you would know about having a large number of men under you.
Isabela: You've been waiting to use that one. Did you practice?
Aveline: Shut up.

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(When entering the Blooming Rose for the first time)

Isabela: "The difference between whores and courtesans is... well, they have nicer shoes."
Aveline: I think your shoes are fine.
Isabela: Look at you being funny! That might even get you a man someday.

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Act 2

Aveline: I had trouble with another one of your women, Isabela. She stole from a... distracted client. You're lucky she wasn't jailed.
Isabela: My women? I am but a shepherd. And what free enterprise are you oppressing now?
Aveline: Theft is not enterprise.
Isabela: Opportunities insufficiently guarded. Victimless crimes.
Aveline: Except for all the victims.
Isabela: Details. Victimless details.

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Aveline: How are you so successful with men? You're not that pretty.
Isabela: Cast a wide enough net, and you're bound to catch something.
Aveline: (Laughs) At least you're willing to admit it.
Isabela: Trust me. I've heard, "Get away from me, you pirate hag!" more times than I care to count.
Aveline: Doesn't that bother you?
Isabela: Why should it? They don't know me. I know me.

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Aveline: You're right.
Isabela: About?
Aveline: About knowing who you are.
Aveline: I'm the captain of the guard. I'm loyal, strong, and I don't look too bad naked.
Isabela: Exactly. And if I called you a mannish, awkward, ball-crushing do-gooder, you'd say...?
Aveline: Shut up, whore.
Isabela: That's my girl.

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(During The Long Road. Isabela must be in the party when you speak to Aveline after posting the duty roster, and choose, "You've been alone this long?")

Hawke: So you've been by yourself since we came to Kirkwall?
Isabela: Wait, you've gone four years without? You must creak like a rusty hinge.
Aveline: Many people have their lives because of me.
Isabela: But poor you, no life of your own.
Aveline: We both place others above ourselves. I happen to do it clothed.

(Isabela approaches Aveline)

Isabela: You're splitting hairs, but wishing someone would split yours.
Aveline: I've had enough of your loose lips. Like many, I'm sure.

(they get in each other's face)

Isabela: Oh, touché. Prig!
Aveline: Slattern!

(Hawke steps in)

Hawke: If I might put this back on track.

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(After completing The Long Road)

Isabela: So, how good is Donnic? Is he cocksure?
Aveline: (Sighs) Just... get it out of your system.
Isabela: Did he curl your toes?

(Isabela will say four of the following at random:)

Isabela: Dwarf your beard?
Isabela: Arl your Eamon?
Isabela: Shank your Jory?
Isabela: Praise your Maker?
Isabela: Grope your grinder?
Isabela: Establish his canon?
Isabela: Kaddis your Katie?
Isabela: Dampen your Divine?
Isabela: Pamper your Paragon?
Isabela: Grey your Warden?
Isabela: Pudding your peach?
Isabela: Float your frigate?
Isabela: Explore your Deep Roads?

(The fifth will always be one of the following)

Isabela: How about "satisfy a demand of your Qun."
Isabela: Or did he Cup your Joining?
Isabela: Or master your taint? That's an old one.
Aveline: Yes, all right? He is an incredibly proficient lover. Happy?
Isabela: Well that's rather personal, don't you think?

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Act 3

Aveline: You didn't come to my solstice dinner party.
Isabela: Look at you! Dinner parties, cooking... do you have a lace apron yet, or should I get one for you?
Aveline: Don't change the subject. I sent you an invitation, and you didn't show up.
Isabela: I thought it would be... I mean, I don't know. I just don't do family gatherings.
Isabela: Besides, one day you and Donnic will have children, and I'll be the last person you want around them.
Isabela: Imagine all the awkward questions you'd have to answer. "Mother, what's a Slattern?"
Aveline: I'll just point at you and say, "That's a Slattern."

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(If The Long Road was completed)

Isabela: So, Donnic was in the Rose.
Aveline: He was not!
Isabela: Easy, big girl. He wasn't shopping for himself. You're lucky to have a man who wants to please you.
Isabela: But, maybe you could indulge him more. Are there areas of intimacy you haven't explored?
Aveline: Why? Why do you give me these doubts!
Isabela: Aveline. If you shove your thumb up his ass, I win.

(The last line depends on who else is in the party)

Anders: Just... no.
Fenris: (Laughs)
Merrill: Ew!
Varric: Ah, that old chestnut.
Sebastian: Ugh. Maker.
Hawke: (Coughs)

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(If The Long Road was not completed)

Isabela: So, Donnic was in the Rose.
Aveline: Good. Happy for him. He needs to calm down.
Isabela: You're tough on the man. I don't see how it's his fault if you missed your chance.
Aveline: Isabela, I realize that you are always prepared for a sudden random phallus, but for your own safety, shut your mouth!

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(If The Long Road was completed)

Isabela: How's marriage been treating you, big girl?
Aveline: It's been good. No, great. I'd forgotten what it was like to...
Isabela: Be flipped ass over tits and hammered like a bent nail?
Aveline: To. Be. Loved.
Isabela: Oh. Right, of course.
Aveline: Not that I'm complaining about the other thing.

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(If The Long Road was not completed)

Isabela: So how long has it been? Six years? Seven?
Aveline: None of your business.
Isabela: You ever thought of going to the Rose? They're discreet and remarkably affordable if you forgo all the extras.
Aveline: Quiet!
Isabela: Not that sensual massages aren't lovely, but in a dire situation like yours, you need to get straight to the point.
Isabela: Some good old fashioned, headboard slamming-
Aveline: If you don't shut your mouth, I'm going to slam your head against something.
Isabela: (Whistles) Touchy...

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Aveline: You know, Isabela, if someone had told me that I'd put up with you for all these years, I'd have punched them flat.
Isabela: And if someone had told me I'd still be here, I'd have done the same.

(If No Rest for the Wicked has been completed)

Aveline: You have your ship, what's stopping you?

(Otherwise)

Aveline: Save your bits, you'll have your ship one day.
Isabela: And what would you do without me as a constant headache in the Rose?
Aveline: Someone would rush to fill the hole. You know, like you never left.
Isabela: That's my girl.
Aveline: Maybe you win once in a while.

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Aveline: (Laughs)
Isabela: And then he says... he says, "I swear I had two when I came in here."
Isabela: You know, those stains never did come out.
Aveline: You are horrible. Every inch.
Isabela: You love it, big girl. And you owe me for the bottle.
Isabela: Hawke.
Aveline: She's not so bad. Except when she is.

───────

Aveline: Isabela, I realize that you are always prepared for a sudden random phallus, but for your own safety, shut your mouth!

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(During Champions and Captains, and you choose "How was the honeymoon?")

Hawke: You never said how your three weeks in Orlais went.
Aveline: You're right. I didn't.
Isabela: Ohh. Shivery.

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(During On The Loose, when talking with Emile de Launcet)

Isabela: Aww, he's like you were. Do you remember, Aveline? When you were stupid over Donnic?
Aveline: Yes, I remember. Thank you.

Isabela and Bethany

Bethany: What were you before you were a pirate?
Isabela: I had a husband. He didn't beat me, that's about the best I can say about it.
Bethany: So you left him?
Isabela: He was murdered. By my lover. It was all very... Antivan.
Bethany: Oh. I don't think I'd like to live in Antiva.

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Bethany: So you've... been with women. In bed?
Isabela: I know. Shocking, isn't it?
Isabela: You see, sweetness, men are only good for one thing. Women are good for six.
Bethany: Six? Which six?
Hawke: Isabela!
Isabela: (Laughs)

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Bethany: I guess you've been with a lot of men.
Isabela: Men. Women. Elves. A dwarf in drag once, but I don't recommend that.
Bethany: Oh.
Isabela: Aw... you're blushing! Why? How many lovers have you had?
Bethany: I-I never—
Isabela: You're a virgin? Hawke, you've been holding out on the poor girl! Get her a night at the Blooming Rose. On me!
Bethany: That's, um, very generous.
Isabela: I'm a giver.

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Bethany: That book you were reading this morning, "Hessarian's Spear"— I don't think he had a spear in the legends.
Isabela: He does in this one. Read the description.
Bethany: "Andraste knelt before no man but her Maker, but she hadn't counted on the archon Hessarian."
Bethany: "Can Hessarian penetrate the tight-knit defenses of the warrior-prophetess? Will she be prepared to face the full blast of his... power?"
Bethany: Wait a minute... Isabela! This is a vulgar thing!
Isabela: You want to borrow it?
Bethany: No!
Isabela: You sure? It has pictures!
Bethany: Not listening! I'm not listening!

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((When entering the barracks in the Viscount's Keep)

Isabela: Coming here of my own free will feels wrong... Like diddling a sister.
Bethany: Why? Why do you say these things?

Isabela and Carver

Isabela: I saw you at the Blooming Rose the other night.
Carver: What? No you didn't.
Isabela: I suppose someone else stole your chin to romance Faith?
Carver: (Scoffs) That's unlikely. She wasn't even working.
Isabela: Mm-hmm. Got you.

(The next line changes depending on your third party member)

Aveline: Carver!
Varric: Oh ho! Nicely done.
Merrill: I don't get it.

(If one of the previous lines didn't trigger, and Hawke has not slept with anyone in the Blooming Rose)

Hawke: Carver, what would Mother say?

Carver: You're just... that's not what I... shit!

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Carver: So, Isabela. You captained a ship? That's a lot of men to handle. For you to command.
Isabela: Well aren't you just adorable fumbling for a topic.
Carver: You say that like I'm harmless.
Isabela: As harmless as a pup that will someday grow into its fangs and sink them deep.
Carver: Sure, keep teasing. I'll show you how much of a pup I am.
Isabela: I know. That's why I do it.

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Isabela: You look like a man I once dueled.
Isabela: He was a little intimated by my reputation as a vicious pirate, but rose to the challenge.
Carver: He looked like me, you say?
Isabela: It went on all night, under the stars, the waves lapping at our ankles.
Carver: On the beach? In the surf? How did you get proper footing?
Isabela: We didn't. There was quite a bit of tumbling around, and we were soaked and sore by the time the sun came up.
Carver: Did you... win?
Isabela: I managed to get on top in the end, but I considered it a tie.

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Carver: Why is it always about sex with you?
Isabela: It's not. Sometimes it's about sex with other people.
Carver: You see? It comes up every single time we talk.
Isabela: We're just talking, Carver. If it comes up, that's not my fault.
Carver: What? I mean... that's not what I meant. It... it doesn't!
Carver: I hate you so much.

Isabela and Fenris

Act 1

Isabela: So what's with that magical fisting thing you do?
Fenris: I'm... sorry?
Isabela: You know, when you stick your hand into people.
Fenris: Oh. That. Yes. It's a... talent.
Isabela: You could make so much coin with that.

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Isabela: This one time, I was sailing to Llomerryn, and there was a fight between two of my men.
Isabela: It was over a dice game, or the last piece of toast, or something. Sailors—they're touchy about their toast.
Fenris: Is this going anywhere?
Isabela: It will if you let me finish.
Isabela: So, there's a knife fight, and Jim ends up with a broken-off blade stuck in his shoulder.
Isabela: It's buried deep in there, and we're out at sea, at least a week from the nearest port.
Isabela: If you were there, you could've reached in and plucked that blade right from his flesh.
Fenris: That's your whole point?
Isabela: Pretty much.

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Isabela: I enjoy a man with markings like that.
Fenris: You've enjoyed many, I suspect.
Isabela: Where I come from, they're called "tattoos." Sailors get them all the time.
Fenris: Not made of lyrium, I'd imagine.
Isabela: Not a one. And the pictures are different—usually breasts.
Fenris: I suppose a pair of lyrium breasts tattooed onto my chest would make things better.
Isabela: That's me. I'm a helper.

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Fenris: So this relic you mentioned losing...
Isabela: You have pretty eyes.
Fenris: I... have pretty eyes.
Isabela: You elves have such pretty eyes, even the men. It makes me want to pluck them out and wear them as a necklace.
Fenris: I wouldn't suggest trying.
Isabela: Oh, I would never try. Not without reason, of course.
Fenris: Forget I said anything.

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Fenris: So you freed a group of slaves?
Isabela: Would-be slaves. They weren't slaves yet.
Fenris: Still, you did the right thing. Many would turn a blind eye.
Isabela: Don't read too much into it, all right? It just seemed a good idea at the time.

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(While speaking to Jethann in The Blooming Rose during the quest The First Sacrifice)

Isabela: Ooh, I like him. He reminds me of someone.
Fenris: Can't imagine who.

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Act 2

Fenris: So I hear you think mages should be free.
Isabela: Everyone should be free. Not just mages.
Fenris: Not everyone's dangerous.
Isabela: It's not about who's dangerous. It's about having choices made for you.
Isabela: Don't you wish you had the choice not to have lyrium stuck under your skin?
Fenris: I do.
Isabela: (Sighs) This is silly. I don't want to argue.
Fenris: Do you want to guess what color my underclothes are again?
Isabela: Oh, yes, that's much more fun.

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Fenris: You keep staring at me. Is it my eyes again?
Isabela: You're very lanky, for an elf. I like lanky.
Fenris: From what I gather, you like a lot of things.
Isabela: Nonsense. But when I see something I like, I go after it.

(If Hawke is romancing Fenris)

Fenris: I suggest keeping your distance.
Isabela: Now you're just making it challenging.

(Otherwise)

Fenris: Do you intend to go after me, then?
Isabela: Will you take off all that spiky armor you're wearing?
Fenris: It's been known to happen.
Isabela: Then forget it.

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Isabela: So what duties did you have? As a slave, I mean?
Fenris: Not this again.
Isabela: I heard that Tevinter slaves are kept oiled so they glisten. Did your master oil you up? Did you glisten for him?
Fenris: I was his bodyguard.
Isabela: Always close at hand. Always within reach. Glistening.
Fenris: You have an entire story written in your head already, don't you?
Isabela: Mmm.

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(In front of The Hanged Man)

Fenris: I still don't get the name. Did they hang someone here?
Isabela: It means being drunk.

(If Varric is in the party)

Varric: Actually they used to hang men there. By their feet. Till they starved to death.
Fenris: Well, good thing they were drunk then.

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Act 3

Isabela: You seem especially broody today.
Fenris: Does it bother you? Should I stop?
Isabela: No, don't stop. But could you add some smoldering to the routine? Just for me?
Fenris: Smolder?
Isabela: Oh, and while you're at it, perhaps some cold insolence.
Fenris: You want me to smolder and be cold at the same time? Those don't go together...
Isabela: Shush. Don't distract me with your logic.

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Fenris: So you engaged a Qunari dreadnaught in battle.
Isabela: They engaged me in battle. I was just trying to get away.
Isabela: Sailing into the storm was a gamble. Took care of the Qunari, but it did us in too. Can't win them all.
Fenris: Where I come from, we would call that insanity.
Isabela: Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

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Fenris: I still can't believe Hawke saved you.
Isabela: You've been saying that for years. Would you have turned me over to the Qunari?
Fenris: No, but I know what they do to their prisoners.
Isabela: Execute them horribly, I imagine.
Fenris: The Qunari waste nothing. They would reeducate you into a loyal follower of the Qun.
Isabela: Pfft. Could I refuse?
Fenris: There's always qamek, which turns you into a mindless laborer. Like I said, they waste nothing.
Isabela: Oh.
Fenris: If you wish to thank Hawke, he's/she's standing right there.

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(If neither is in a romance with Hawke)

Isabela: That night...I can't stop thinking about it.
Fenris: Well, then I'll see you later.
Isabela: That was direct.
Fenris: I thought I'd get straight to the point. Were you expecting flowers or something?
Isabela: Don't be absurd.
Fenris: Then I'll see you tonight.

Isabela and Flemeth

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.

Isabela and Leliana

(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*
Merrill: I like singing! Were you in a choir together?
Isabela: Not exactly, Kitten.
Varric: Is there anyone in Ferelden you haven't slept with, Rivaini?
Merrill: Oh, is that what she... oh. Oh.
Leliana: Perhaps we... should get back to the reason I'm here.

Isabela and Merrill

Act 1

Merrill: How do you do that?
Isabela: Do what, Kitten?
Merrill: You sort of... swagger when you walk. I've been trying, but I trip over my own feet when I do it.
Isabela: You just strut. It's not something you practice.
Merrill: How do I learn it, then?
Isabela: It comes to you. Usually at night. It's like a lover... or maybe a burglar.
Isabela: Either it ravishes you or runs off with all your jewelry. And you have to run it down and stab it in the heart.
Isabela: And... that metaphor got a bit away from me, didn't it?
Merrill: I think it did, but it was certainly exciting!

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Merrill: Do you really like sailing?
Isabela: Like it? I love it! The salt spray on my face, the wind whipping by my ears, the gulls screaming overhead—I love it all.
Merrill: Don't you get sick? I was so sick on our trip across the sea.
Isabela: Were you in the hold?
Merrill: Everyone was in the hold.
Isabela: There's your problem. You need to be up on deck, under the sky, with nothing between you and the horizon.
Isabela: Sailing is like sex. Do it wrong, and it'll make you sick.
Isabela: But do it right, and there's no feeling in the world like it.

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Merrill: Do you have a parrot, Isabela?
Isabela: What would I want a parrot for?
Merrill: What about a peg leg? Do you have one of those?
Isabela: You can see that I don't, dear.
Merrill: Eye patch?
Isabela: I'm disappointing you terribly, aren't I? And no hook for a hand, either.
Merrill: Seems that Varric's pirate stories are awfully inaccurate.
Isabela: He knows, Kitten. He likes them better that way.

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Isabela: It's not always fun and games on the sea, though. There are storms and hostile pirates.
Isabela: And it's trying being cooped up with men who haven't seen a woman in months.
Merrill: You're a woman.
Isabela: Exactly. And I don't usually let them touch me, so they get... frustrated.
Isabela: I insist all of them get alone time. Helps with the crankiness.
Merrill: But they're already lonely! Why would you insist that they be alone some more?
Isabela: Merrill.
Merrill: What? Did I miss something?
Isabela: Go think about it. Maybe it'll come to you.

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(While speaking to Jethann in The Blooming Rose during the quest The First Sacrifice)

Isabela: Ooh, I like him. He reminds me of someone.
Merrill: He does? Who is it?

(If Varric is in the party)

Varric: I'll tell you when you're older, Daisy.

Isabela: Think about it, Kitten.
Merrill: Well, you couldn't have meant Varric, because he's not even an elf—oh... Ohh! You were referring to yourself. Sorry!
Isabela: See? I knew it'd come to you.

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Act 2

Merrill: (Sighs) Why do you even like me? I must seem so dull.
Isabela: What brought this on?
Merrill: Your life has been... so exciting. The adventures, the duels, the passionate love affairs.
Merrill: Compared to that, my life is a stale, dry biscuit. (Sighs) I wish I had your life.
Isabela: No. You don't want my life.
Merrill: Why?
Isabela: Because you have a good heart, and you deserve better.

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Merrill: What was Llomerryn like? I've never heard of a Dalish who's been there.
Isabela: I don't imagine your people travel between islands much.
Merrill: Not really, no.
Isabela: I wouldn't start waterproofing your wagons, then. I don't think Llomerryn is ready for the Dalish.
Merrill: What do you mean? Would we upset the people there?
Isabela: It's not really the kind of place where one turns down a tumble. Even refuse a fortune teller, and they'd run your lot out of town.

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Merrill: How do you suppose the Qunari scratch their heads with those horns in the way?
Isabela: Why do you think I would know?
Merrill: Because you know lots of things! I wonder if they rub their heads against tree trunks like halla do.
Isabela: I'd pay a sovereign to see that.
Merrill: No wonder they seem so cranky all the time.

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Merrill: You've had many lovers, haven't you?
Isabela: Fewer than some think.
Merrill: But you never stay with them.
Isabela: No, why should I?
Merrill: But the act of lovemaking is so... intimate.
Isabela: I don't "make love." What I do is only skin-deep, Kitten.
Isabela: Don't worry your pretty little head about it.

───────

(If Hawke is romancing Merrill)

Isabela: You and Hawke... something's there, isn't there?
Merrill: He's clever, strong, and wonderful. How can anyone not love him?
Merrill: She's so amazing and beautiful. How could anyone not love her? (if Hawke is female)

(If Hawke also romanced Isabela:)

Isabela: How could anyone not?
Merrill: You're very quiet today. Is something wrong?
Merrill: (Gasps) It's me. I said something wrong, didn't I?
Isabela: No, of course not. You could never say anything wrong.
Isabela: I'm happy for you, Kitten. You've been alone long enough.

(Otherwise)

Isabela: Oh, I could give you a list, but that might just bore you.
Isabela: So... did you get naked?
Merrill: Isabela!
Isabela: Ooh, look at that blush. That good, huh?

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Act 3

(If Hawke has accepted Isabela's love)

Merrill: I think Hawke likes you, Isabela
Isabela: I certainly hope so!
Merrill: Of course, it's not surprising at all that anybody would love you, but it's nice to see you two happy.
Isabela: Merrill, sometimes you're so sweet I could eat you for dessert.

───────

(If Hawke hasn't accepted her love yet)

Merrill: I think Hawke likes you, Isabela.
Isabela: You think so, do you?
Merrill: S/he looks at you all the time, and then s/he looks embarrassed and pretends s/he's busy with something else.
Hawke: I can hear you, you know.
Merrill: (Giggles) See?
Isabela: Hmm. I'll have to think about that...

───────

Merrill: Do you think you'll leave Kirkwall someday?

(If Hawke has romanced Isabela)

Isabela: I might if I can persuade the right person to come away with me.

(If not)

Isabela: Of course I will! As soon as I get myself a ship, I'm sailing wherever the sea takes me.

Merrill: I'll miss you. You'll write to me, won't you? Do pirates write letters?
Isabela: Badly. Hook hands make for awful pennmanship, Kitten.

───────

(If No Rest for the Wicked & Questioning Beliefs have been completed and Hawke accepted Isabela's love)

Merrill: Why are you smiling?
Isabela: No reason.
Merrill: Ooh, ooh! It's something dirty, isn't it? Tell me, tell me!
Isabela: It... it isn't anything dirty. I'm just... happy.
Merrill: Oh. That's good, too, but I was hoping for something dirty.
Isabela: Come by the tavern later. I've got stories that will make your toes curl.

Isabela and Sebastian

Act 2

Sebastian: Is this getting you any closer to your ship?
Isabela: Huh?
Sebastian: I just... don't understand why you're working with Hawke. You don't seem to care about anything we do.
Sebastian: What's keeping you here?

(If Hawke and Isabela have slept together)

Isabela: Mostly the sex. Hawke is an absolute tiger between the sheets. I mean all night, every night.
Isabela: Oh cute! You're blushing.

(If not)

Isabela: Mostly the Blooming Rose. I'm paid up through the end of the year. I'd hate not to use it.
Sebastian: The... brothel?
Isabela: What? Women can't go to brothels, too? You're just not using your imagination.
Isabela: Oh, look! Now you are. You're cute when you're blushing.

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Sebastian: I notice you talk about... vulgar things quite a bit.
Isabela: Do you want me to stop? Do I make you... uncomfortable?
Sebastian: It was just an observation, really.
Isabela: It's a bad habit I picked up, spending years with foul-mouthed pirates.
Isabela: Pirates only care about a small number of very specific things: the sea, strong drink, and booty. Both kinds.

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Sebastian: I used to be like you, you know.
Isabela: You used to be a woman?
Sebastian: No!
Isabela: That explains a lot.
Sebastian: My family put me in the Chantry because I was giving them a bad name.
Sebastian: It was the best thing that ever happened to me. I found peace. I found a purpose.
Sebastian: Before I came here, I used to be out to all hours, drinking and whoring. I didn't believe in anything except my own pleasure.
Isabela: Why couldn't I have met you then?

───────

Isabela: All right, let's just get this over with.
Sebastian: A duel?
Isabela: No, the sermon. The finger-wagging, the guilt-trips, telling me how an unexamined life isn't worth living.
Sebastian: I wasn't going to—
Isabela: You weren't? You weren't going to tell me to comfort the needy and give freely of myself?
Sebastian: From what I hear, you already give yourself quite freely.
Isabela: Ooh. You got me there.

───────

Act 3

Sebastian: That was very brave, coming back to face the Qunari.
Isabela: It was idiotic. They would have killed me.
Sebastian: And you returned anyway. You couldn't face the thought of so many innocents dying for something you could prevent.
Isabela: Tell that to the viscount.
Sebastian: It's frightening, isn't it, to realize you have the potential to be a better person?

───────

Sebastian: You've been watching me all day. It's getting a little... distracting.
Isabela: Merrill's right. Your armor is shiny. I can see myself in it. Look!
Isabela: Shit. Oh, shit. Is that a wrinkle? Is that a wrinkle between my brows?
Sebastian: Um. I don't see—
Isabela: Hold still!

───────

Isabela: So, I've never understood why the Chantry says if you're good, you'll be taken up to the Maker's side.
Sebastian: Those who die with the sins cleansed from their souls will walk beside the Maker in eternity.
Isabela: That doesn't sound fun!
Isabela: If they really want people to be good, shouldn't they offer an afterlife with... lakes of wine and a dozen naked virgins?
Sebastian: Anyone who wants that will be going to the Void.
Isabela: Sounds like that's where all the good parties will be.

───────

Isabela: It's been years, and not once have you tried to get me to repent or turn to the Maker.
Sebastian: Preaching seldom works, Isabela. To change a person's heart, one has to lead by example.
Isabela: Huh. That makes sense. I can respect that.
Sebastian: I grew weary of the strings of nameless lovers and the nights full of mindless pleasure. You will, too.
Isabela: (Gasps) That's the cruelest thing anyone's ever said to me!
Isabela: I think I'm going to cry.

Isabela and Varric

Isabela and Zevran

Zevran: My dear Isabela, it has been a delight to see you again. You travel in fine company.
Isabela: That's it? You're leaving? What about sex?

(If in a romance with Isabela)

Zevran: *laughs* Still blunt as a dwarven hammer, hmmm? Well, why not!
Hawke: Um, hello? I'm standing right here.
Isabela: What? You can come too.
Zevran: Indeed! The more the merrier!
Hawke: Let's find someplace quieter.

(If not in a romance with Isabela)

Zevran: Ah, Isabela. I did so miss you.
Isabela: That's because you're a piss-poor shot. Thankfully, you have other uses.

(The last line depends on party members:)

Aveline: I think I just threw up a little in my mouth.
Merrill: Ew.
Anders: Ha!
Fenris: Are we sure he was part of a guild of assassins?
Varric: That girl has curious standards.

Legacy

Isabela's remarks

"What's wrong with this place? Why don't they have one decent regular lock to pick. No, it's got to be all magic and blowy lights. Pfft."
"So, no Bartrand. Who do you think's going to betray you this time?"
"If I still had my ship, I'd offer you a berth. Anything beats living with Gamlen and crawling around tunnels to make your fortune."
"Try to do someone a favor and you end up trapped in a giant magical prison. There's a lesson here. Next time you ask if I want to help with something, I'm going to say no.
"(Sighs) Is this the perk you get for being Champion? Because if so, I'm not applying for the position."
"Great, now I guess we run in circles until he tires?"
"I prefer towers full of coin to towers full of darkspawn. For future reference.

Isabela and Hawke

Hawke: Someday I'll visit a place with no ancient evils, horrors, devouring plagues, or insanity.
Hawke: Maybe a beach.
Isabela: I can recommend a few, if you'd like.
Hawke: Please do.

(If Varric is in the party)

Varric: The day you go to the beach is the day an armada of angry demon pirates show up.
Hawke: I've got a bad feeling all of a sudden.

───────

Isabela: Watch out, the ground looks treacherous here.

(If Hawke has a diplomatic/helpful personality)

Hawke: Thank you.

(If Hawke has a humorous/charming personality)

Hawke: Showing concern for others, Isabela? Tongues will wag.
Varric: Oh you can bet they will.

(If Hawke has an aggressive/direct personality)

Hawke: Hmm, I didn't think you cared.
Isabela: I... just don't want to see your brains dashed on the ground, that's all. Stop looking at me like that. I shouldn't have said anything.

───────

Isabela: So now you're the target of batty dwarven assassins? You do attract the strangest types.

(If Hawke has a diplomatic/helpful personality)

Hawke: It does seem that way, doesn't it?
Isabela: I wonder what it is. Perhaps you should bathe more frequently.

(If Hawke has a humorous/charming personality)

Hawke: Yes. Like lust addled pirates.
Isabela: (laughs) Ooh, touché.

(If Hawke has an aggressive/direct personality)

Hawke: You think I asked for this?
Isabela: I'm just making an observation.

───────

Isabela: Do you hope to learn something about your father down here?

(If Hawke has a diplomatic/helpful personality)

Hawke: Of course, I barely remember him.

(If Hawke has a humorous/charming personality)

Hawke: So long as it doesn't also involve my mother. Some things about your parents should never see the light of day.

(If Hawke has an aggressive/direct personality)

Hawke: Haven't thought about it. I just want to get out of here. Alive, if possible.
Isabela: Well, I think your father sounds like someone worth knowing. According my mother, my father wasn't. Not even for one night.

───────

(During the battle with Corypheus)

Isabela: Get his armor off!
Hawke: Really, Isabela?
Isabela: I don't mean that! Stun him, paralyze him!

Isabela and Anders

Isabela: Don't you hate the Deep Roads? And look. Here you are anyway.
Anders: Did you have to remind me? I was so close to forgetting.
Isabela: If it makes you feel better, you can always blame Hawke.
Anders: Believe me, I do.

───────

Anders: I always thought it would be fun to be a pirate.
Isabela: More fun than being a moody possessed vagrant in the sewers? You don't say...

(Or, depending on what act you are playing in)

Isabela: More fun than starting a revolution?
Anders: I'm not sure I'd call that "fun."
Anders: When I was stuck at Vigil's Keep, I dreamed of stealing a ship and sailing to exotic lands... When I left the Wardens, I tried to plant a rumor that that's where I went. Even mentioned your name a few times...

───────

(Upon getting advice from Larius, if Hawke is in a romance with Anders and Isabela is in the party)

Larius: Yes.. I can show you out.. Yes
Hawke: Because I always like to follow the advice of tainted crazy people.
Isabela: That seems to be your type.
Anders: Excuse me?
Isabela: Nothing.

Isabela and Aveline

Isabela: I spy with my little eye, something that is... red. And socially uncomfortable.
Aveline: Ugh.
Isabela: No guesses? It starts with A.
Aveline: Shut up.
Isabela: Ooh, my mistake. It starts with such a B.
Aveline: Time and a place, Isabela. No games when we're this deep in a mess.
Isabela: Fine. Gone from B to a real C, anyway.

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Aveline: Isabela. That... demonstration you put on two nights ago in the Viscount's Keep.
Isabela: Ooh. Are you going to arrest me, Captain?
Aveline: No. You did that on purpose and I will not be baited.
Isabela: Oh, come on!
Aveline: I will also no longer judge you for your... choices. I will make a concerted attempt to be understanding.
Isabela: What? Does this mean you'll no longer call me a whore?
Aveline: As you so rightly pointed out, whores accept gold for services rendered. You do not.
Isabela: But...
Aveline: Poxy tart. (Laughs) Had you there.

Isabela and Bethany

(In Act 1)

Bethany: How do you stand the Hanged Man?
Isabela: Drink enough, my dear, and standing is the least of your worries.

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(If Bethany is a Circle Mage)

Bethany: They took away the books you sent. "Non-curricular." And illegal in some countries.
Isabela: No appreciation for the classics. Why read if it's not inspiring?
Bethany: I'm not sure they were even anatomically possible.
Isabela: Dream of a day, sweetness.

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(If Bethany is a Grey Warden)

Bethany: Still in the Hanged Man?
Isabela: When I can be. I miss you, sweetness.
Bethany: I do too.
Isabela: Well, you save the world, the rest of us will be waiting.
Bethany: Fair enough.

Isabela and Carver

(In Act 1)

Carver: So... Isabela.
Isabela: Oh, Carver, I do love the way you say my name.
Carver: I... er... thank you?
Isabela: Carver, if you stop breathing every time a woman compliments you, you'll never be awake when the fun starts.

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(If Carver is a templar)

Isabela: You certainly fill out a skirt Carver. A shame, I suppose you're all religious and such now.
Carver: Do you know how long the Chant of Light is? How much stamina it requires?
Isabela: Go on...
Carver: With passion'd breath comes darkness, but with many against Her, She finds His light untiring as it parts the Veil.
Isabela: Not sure if I'm aroused or scared. I like it.

(If Hawke is in a romance with Isabela)

Hawke: No you don't. No, she doesn't!

(If Sebastian is in the party)

Sebastian: Don't do that to the Chant!
Isabela: Shush, you.

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(If Carver is a Grey Warden)

Isabela: You've certainly...filled out, Carver. Shame, really, I hear joining the Wardens separates the men from their "boys."
Carver: We rarely have children, true. But don't worry, that just means I try ever so much harder.
Isabela: Ooh, I like you all grown up.

(If Hawke is in a romance with Isabela)

Hawke: No you don't. No, she doesn't!

(If Varric is in the party)

Varric: Junior took down the Rivaini? Who's telling this story?

(If Aveline is in the party)

Aveline: You'd better not.

Isabela and Fenris

Fenris: Interesting story I heard about you, Isabela...
Isabela: Yes, yes, all right. I just want it known I never asked for the goat. And the fire was accidental.
Fenris: I... that wasn't the story.

(Depending on who is in the party)

Varric: Oh, this I have to hear.

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Fenris: So these slaves you freed...
Isabela: This again.
Fenris: Such an act seems out of character.
Isabela: Temporary insanity. A bout of foul morality. A horrifying fit of decency.
Isabela: What? I got better.

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(If neither is in a romance with Hawke)

Isabela: So, when we get back to the city, do you... ?
Fenris: Not in front of everyone, if you please.
Isabela: And he blushes! So cute!

Isabela and Merrill

Merrill: Ugh. I think I stepped in something again.
Isabela: I keep telling you Kitten, get a pair of proper boots. Like mine!
Merrill: I can't. I just can't. Your boots go on forever. I'd get so lost in them. I've dropped marbles in. They take an eternity to reach the bottom.
Isabela: That's the reason I've been finding marbles in my boots?
Merrill: Um. No. I'm just rambling. Look, a rock!

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Merrill: (Giggles) You're not going to say anything?
Isabela: No! And don't you say anything either! I want to see how long it takes her/him to notice...
Hawke: I'm right here, you know. What are you going on about?
Merrill: You have a bit of... something... on your nose there.
Hawke: What? How long has it been there?
Isabela: Oh, now you've gone and ruined it.

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Merrill: What a dreadful place. If I were a darkspawn, I'd plant flowers. Brighten it up.
Isabela: Kitten, any flowers would turn into a man-eating petal monsters within the hour.
Merrill: Maybe just a nice still-life, then.

Isabela and Sebastian

Sebastian: Why the aversion to bows?
Isabela: A one armed man named Molly once shot me in the shoulder with a bow. It hurt. Now can we drop this?
Sebastian: I don't understand. You could learn to shoot a bow, if you tried.
Isabela: (Sighs) You have pretty eyes.
Sebastian: I suppose the conversation's over, then.

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Sebastian: You don't look very happy down here.
Isabela: I'm a pirate, sweetheart. I belong on the open sea, not squished under a thousand tons of rock.
Sebastian: It's an adventure. Don't pirates like adventures?
Isabela: Only if they end with a gallon of rum and a new bed to plunder.
Sebastian: Well, there's treasure here. Pirates like treasure, right?
Isabela: (Grunts) That's just what we use to keep score.

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Isabela: And you've all been wondering why I don't wear pants. So much less toxic goo to clean off.
Sebastian: (Sighs) I should have thought of that.
Isabela: It's not like I change my clothing every time I go home, like Hawke does.

Isabela and Varric

Mark of the Assassin

Isabela's remarks

(After meeting Tallis) "She's got style. I'll give her that."
(When clicked, if romanced) "Oh, stop. You're such a tease."
(When clicked on a friendship path) "Drinks after this?"
(When clicked on a rivalry path) "(Sighs) I should've stayed at the tavern."
"I hope I'm not expected to eat roast wyvern after this."
"Get Duke Fancypants first! And if that wyvern spits at you, run like your arse is on fire!"
"Which of these lizards do we drag back to the Duke so we can get to the drinking?"
(After some hunters make remarks about wyverns during the hunt) "And here I thought Orlesians only hunted other Orlesians for horrendous crimes against fashion."
(After leaving the Dungeons, if Hawke leaves Tallis) "What a strange little person."
(After leaving the Dungeons, if Hawke goes with Tallis) "Wait, I'm helping the Qunari recover some priceless artifact? Oh, the irony."

Isabela and Hawke

(After the ambush in Hightown)

Isabela: Don't forget to loot the bodies!
Hawke: Do I ever?
Tallis: Do you really need to pillage the dead?
Isabela: Pillage and plunder is half the fun!

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Isabela: Would you tell your uncle to leave me alone? He's often... inappropriate.

(If Hawke has a diplomatic/helpful personality)

Hawke: How so?
Isabela: Please don't make me go into the details.
Hawke: I'll see what I can do. And thank you for not breaking his legs.
Isabela: I don't beat on the elderly. And... I really don't want to touch him.
Isabela: How are you two even related? It boggles the mind.

(If Hawke has a humorous/charming personality)

Hawke: You find something inappropriate?
Isabela: Extremely so! It's... rather repulsive, actually. Please talk to him.
Hawke: But it's more entertaining if I don't.
Isabela: Hawke!
Hawke: You have pretty eyes.
Isabela: Oh, you're impossible!

(If Hawke has an aggressive/direct personality)

Hawke: You're perfectly capable of dealing with such things yourself. I've seen it.
Isabela: You want me to beat up a feeble old man?
Isabela: That's cold, even for you.
Isabela: I know. I'll ask Lady Biceps. She'll have an answer.
Aveline: Break him. And wear pants.

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Isabela: (Snickers)
Hawke: What is it now?
Isabela: Ghast hole.

(If Aveline is in the party)

Aveline: (Snickers) Not funny.

Isabela and Anders

Anders: I'm a little surprised the duke let you come here.
Isabela: I'll have you know I'm perfectly capable of carrying on polite conversation without using the word "shit" or "ass."
Isabela: And all these jewels everyone's wearing? It's too easy. No challenge.
Anders: I didn't think you were going to steal anything.
Isabela: Then what's your problem?
Anders: Just... I would imagine most fancy Orlesian hunting parties require, um...
Isabela: What?
Anders: Pants.

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Anders: You owe me fifty silvers.
Isabela: You were cheating!
Anders: So were you!
Isabela: You had supernatural help.
Anders: Excuses! Just admit it. I beat you at your own game.
Isabela: Ugh.
Anders: Fifty silvers.

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(While looking for Hawke and Tallis)

Anders: All right, we should have tried your suggestion.
Isabela: Which? Challenging the guards to a game of riddles and making, "Where is Hawke?" one of the questions?
Anders: I meant the, "Follow one wall, and you'll navigate the maze," idea.
Isabela: Well, we can try it next time. Either that, or, "Let's get a sledgehammer and break down the walls," I thought that had merit.

Isabela and Aveline

Isabela: So you say a witch helped you get to Kirkwall.
Aveline: Flemeth, the Witch of the Wilds.
Isabela: Oh. Her. I see her at the Hanged Man sometimes.
Aveline: What?
Isabela: Threatens to turn you into a toad and eat your babies if you beat her at cards.
Aveline: You're... joking.
Isabela: Perhaps.

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Aveline: All the nobles are looking at you.
Isabela: Would I dress like this if I didn't want people looking at me?
Aveline: It doesn't make you uncomfortable?
Isabela: Honey, you don't know uncomfortable till you've been bent backwards over the helm of a ship and handcuffed to the rail.
Aveline: At your request, I assume.
Isabela: It was complicated.
Aveline: Sure it was.

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Isabela: Imagine going to one of those Orlesian parties. I'd feel underdressed.
Aveline: (Scoffs) Undressed, you mean.
Isabela: Well, I don't need to hide from the world by encasing myself in steel up to my eyebrows.
Aveline: Right, let it all hang out so everyone knows what they're getting.

(If Hawke has a diplomatic/helpful personality)

Hawke: Can't you two just get along?
Aveline: This is us getting along. Isn't that right, whore?

(If Hawke has a humorous/charming personality)

Hawke: Catfight? Catfight!
Aveline: We're not fighting. Isn't that right, whore?

(If Hawke has an aggressive/direct personality)

Hawke: If you can't get along, stop talking to each other.
Aveline: This is us getting along. Isn't that right, whore?

Isabela: That's right, man-chin.

(The insults are randomized.)

Aveline:
- Strumpet.
- Wine-soaked pearl diver.
- Poxy tart.
- Scurvy tramp.
Isabela:
- Guardswoman.
- Griffon-lips.
- Carrot head.
- Frigid bear-sow.

Aveline: See? We love each other.

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(While looking for Hawke and Tallis)

Isabela: If you'd let me handle that last guard, we'd have found Hawke by now!
Aveline: Right. You'd be bent over a desk, and we'd be no closer than we are now.
Isabela: Well, I'd be closer to something.
Aveline: Shut up whore.

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Hawke: I don't think we're getting out this way now.
Aveline: We could try bashing our way through.
Isabela: That's right, Aveline. Just hit it.
Aveline: Or we could try squeezing your fat ass between the bars.
Hawke: Ladies.

Isabela and Bethany

(If Bethany is a Circle mage)

Isabela: Just like old times, isn't it? Going on adventures, getting into scrapes. It's like you're free again.
Bethany: I don't mind it so much. I don't have to hide, or worry about templars hunting me.
Bethany: It's funny. The idea of the Circle is much more terrifying than the reality of it.
Bethany: Thought perhaps my transition was made easier by the books you sent along with your letters.
Isabela: Oh, you liked them, did you?
Bethany: They were wicked. It was like you were there.
Hawke:
- (If Hawke has a diplomatic/helpful personality) Please, for the love of all that's holy, don't write to my sister anymore.
- (If Hawke has a humorous/charming personality) What am I hearing? I don't want to hear this! I'm not hearing this!
- (If Hawke has an aggressive/direct personality) Ugh. Must you talk about this within earshot?

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(If Bethany is a Grey Warden)

Isabela: It's good to see you back. It's like old times again.
Bethany: You know it's not. It'll never be like it was.
Isabela: We can always pretend. If we do it well enough, we might forget that things have changed.
Bethany: (Laughs) You're ridiculous.
Isabela: Whatever works, sweetness.

Isabela and Carver

(If Hawke does not romance Merrill)

Carver: So... how is Merrill? Sad that she couldn't come along.
Isabela: She's fine, all things considered. Why do you—Wait.
Carver: What?
Isabela: You. Merrill. Andraste's granny pants, I can't believe I never saw it before!
Carver: What? No! No no no no. You've got it wrong.
Isabela: Stop fretting. I'm on your side, and I always win.
Carver: She's not a game of cards!
Isabela: Whatever. Good at matchmaking, not so good at the analogies.

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Carver: Ridiculous.
Isabela: (Sighs) What has your critical gaze fallen upon now?
Carver: Why do Orlesians need to have so many parties all the time?
Isabela: So it is merry-making that offends you.
Carver: Posturing affairs, filled with foppish, wine-sipping, pinkie-extenders.
Isabela: So along with mages, your life, and the weather most days, you also hate Orlesians and merry-making.
Carver: Are you mocking me?
Isabela: Never.

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(If Carver is a templar)

Isabela: I always did like a man in uniform.
Carver: You sure you wouldn't like a man out of uniform better?
Isabela: I... hmm.
Carver: Life's so full of hard choices, isn't it?

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(If Carver is a Grey Warden)

Isabela: I always did like a man on a mission.
Carver: Wardens go deep. It's a hard calling. And we also save the world.
Isabela: Very interesting.
Carver: I'll tell you about it sometime, when I'm not, you know, saving the world.

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(While looking for Hawke and Tallis)

Carver: You just leave this to me. I can handle everything.
Isabela: I'm starting to think you could.
Carver: What was that? A compliment? I'm a little frightened.
Isabela: I know! Let's get these people rescued before it happens again.

Isabela and Fenris

Isabela: So why haven't you converted to the Qun? You seem to know it well.
Fenris: And you know the letter of the law, yet choose to ignore it.
Isabela: Ah, good point.
Fenris: I didn't escape one form of slavery only to become slave to myself.
Isabela: Er, what does that mean?
Fenris: I'm... not sure. But it sounded profound, didn't it?

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Fenris: You've been to Orlais, Isabela?
Isabela: Once or twice. Spent some time in a prison in Val Chevin.
Fenris: But you broke out?
Isabela: Broke into, actually. Getting out was the easy part.
Fenris: All to steal something magnificent, I imagine?
Isabela: No! They threw my first mate in there. I'd always liked Casavir, so I wasn't going to just abandon him.
Fenris: Ah. And he is dead now, along with the rest of your crew?
Isabela: Him? No, I left him on the docks. The idiot.

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(While trying to find Hawke and Tallis)

Fenris: So... we're lost?
Isabela: Definitely.
Fenris: Now what do we do?
Isabela: I could try to guess the color of your underclothes again.

Isabela and Merrill

Merrill: If you weren't a pirate, what do you think you would've been?
Isabela: I haven't given it much thought. Maybe a poet? (Laughs)
Merrill: You would've made a great griffon-wrangler.
Isabela: I'm sorry... what?
Merrill: You're so quick and clever. You'd be perfect. And you'd get a baby griffon for me, wouldn't you?
Isabela: Kitten, if griffons existed, and if I was a... griffon-wrangler and not a pirate, yes. I would find you a baby griffon.
Merrill: Thanks. I've always wanted a baby griffon called Feathers.

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Merrill: Do you think I should change my hair, Isabela?
Isabela: Change it how, Kitten?
Merrill: I don't know. I've always had it like this. Tallis has pretty hair.
Isabela: I think yours is darling the way it is.
Merrill: But would it be better if it were red?
Isabela: Then you'd look like a lollypop. Stick with your natural color.
Merrill: I suppoose that's best. I wouldn't want strangers to try to lick my hair.

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(While trying to find Hawke and Tallis)

Merrill: Isabela? Um... I think we've been here before. We've passed that same cracked tile six times now.
Isabela: Andraste's granny-panties! I knew things were going too smoothly!
Merrill: Does Andraste really wear granny-panties? How do you know all these things?
Isabela: (Sighs) Come on, Kitten. Let's see if we can find the entrance and start again.

Isabela and Sebastian

Sebastian: It was nice to see you in the Chantry, listening to Sister Etheline's testimony.
Sebastian: I was surprised, but very glad.
Isabela: I was surprised as well, and not quite as glad.
Sebastian: Oh? Sister Etheline's words always inspire me. Was it not so for you?
Isabela: You didn't notice I was bound, gagged, and had a contusion on my forehead?
Sebastian: What?
Isabela: Just... don't ask for the "bad girl special" at the Blooming Rose.

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Isabela: My husband used to have hunting parties like this.
Sebastian: I'd forgotten you were married.
Sebastian: It's hard to picture you playing the hostess, taking cloaks and kissing babies.
Isabela: No, there were servants for that. I just had to sit there and look pretty.
Isabela: If I got out of hand, he would lock me away with a bottle of wine and a dirty book.
Isabela: Told everyone I was indisposed.
Sebastian: My parents used to do the same thing! Minus the wine. And the, uh, dirty book.

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(While looking for Hawke and Tallis)

Isabela: Eenie, meenie, miney, moe...
Sebastian: I'm not sure that's the best way to find them.
Isabela: We already tried "pray for Andraste to guide us" and "wander like drunken vagrants."
Isabela: We are running out of options.
Isabela: Unless you want to find a chicken for an augury, we're going with counting games.

Isabela and Varric

Isabela and Tallis

Tallis: So these are the hunting grounds.
Isabela: Do we need a lure? What do wyverns like?

(If Aveline is also in the party.)

Aveline: If we're lucky: slutty pirates.
Isabela: Or prudish man-virgins, maybe?

Tallis: We just need to look for signs, and be careful. We get this over with, we get in the keep.
Hawke: And that's where the jewel is?
Tallis: That's where the jewel is.

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(After some hunters make remarks about wyverns during the hunt)

Isabela: And here I thought Orlesians only hunted other Orlesians for horrendous crimes against fashion.
Tallis: Just ignore them.

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Isabela: Can I just imagine that wyverns are small, completely non-poisonous bunny-like creatures?
Tallis: Not unless you picture it eating you.
Isabela: Spoilsport.
Tallis: The sooner we get the hunt over with, the sooner we'll be at the Chateau to finish this.

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Tallis: Are you married?
Isabela: Why do you ask?
Tallis: I was just wondering if you had a husband behind your (throne?)
Fenris: That is an excellent question!
Isabela: Lets get a move on shall we?

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Tallis: Watch out! Big-hat ghast!
Isabela: (Snickers) Ghast hat.

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(After Tallis' identity is is revealed)

Tallis: What?
Isabela: Lies, betrayal, leading us here to die...
Tallis:And you thought you could do it so much better?
Isabela: I would never... well, yes. I would. But there's only room for one backstabbing rogue in this party, elf.
Tallis: I apologize. From now on, that position is all yours.
Isabela: Good. Just so we're clear.

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(After Tallis' identity is is revealed)

Tallis: So you were the one who stole the Tome. Did you read it?
Isabela: In between running for my life? Of course I read it.
Tallis: Ah, sarcasm is one of the demands of the Qun, did you know?
Isabela: No, it's not.
Tallis: So you did read it, then.

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(If Isabela is romanced.)

Tallis: I've struggled to find that peace, that certainty. I know it's there, I just... keep falling short.
Isabela: Maybe you should take that as a sign?
Tallis: I used to be like you. I told myself if I never cared about anyone or anything, I could never be hurt. Life would be fun.
Tallis: But it wasn't. There was a hole inside me. Nothing I did ever filled it.
Isabela: Oh, that's too easy.
Tallis: Not everything should be easy. Don't you wonder what it would be like? A life with meaning, with purpose?
Isabela: I... have a purpose. I have Hawke.
Tallis: Lucky you.

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 <br>''Beginning of quest, while talking about how to fool Velasco''
 * '''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?" (a paraphrase from ''The Princess Bride'')
+* '''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?" ''(Possibly a reference to the South Park episode, "Gnomes")''
 ''In the Blooming Rose, before pretending to hand Isabela over to trick Velasco''
 * '''Isabela:''' Now, this needs to be convincing. And you'll need to get creative—call me names, even hit me.