Isabela/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."

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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..."

=== Dialogue: Dragon Age 2 ===

Isabela and Hawke

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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!

(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: 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. Anyway, you wanted to talk to me?
Isabela: Not really, I just wanted to make sure it was you.

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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: You do have an opinion on mages, don’t you?
Isabela: I do. I just don't feel a constant need to bring it up. (Sighs) Mages don’t worry me. And I don't believe the Templars when they say I should be worried. I’m more likely to be shanked in a bar than eaten by an abomination. You can hear those coming from a mile away. "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.

Varric: Rivaini, stop looking at my chest. My eyes are up here.
Isabella: But the chest hair...
Varric: Do you know how much I suffer under your gaze? I am a person, not an object!
Isabella: Uh, Varric?
Varric: (Laughs) Just shitting you.

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Varric: I'll let you run your fingers through it, if you want.
Isabella: Your chest hair? My fingers? Oh, Varric, stop! You're making me quiver.
Varric: You know you want to.
Isabella: Oh, I do... I can't resist you. No woman can.
Varric: I know. It's a terrible burden.

(These dialogues are just vague impressions, will need an update with exact wording)

Aveline: How come you are always so successful with men?
Isabela: If you cast your net wide enough you always catch something.
Aveline: (Laughs) At least you are admitting it.
Isabela: Trust me, I have heard "Go away pirate hag" more than I would like to count.
Aveline: How can you bare that?
Isabela: Well, they don't know me, I do.

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Aveline: You were right.
Isabela: About?
Aveline: About knowing yourself.
Aveline: As a captain, I see myself strong and young, and I don't look that bad when naked.
Isabela: So, what would you say when I tell you that you are a mannish, ball-cracking old lady?
Aveline: Shut up, whore.