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Meme: Quotes

There seems to have been a lot of memes lately, but I'm in a mood for one and I don't think we've done this one since September 2015, so:

Here's how this works: tag in (under the appropriate journal) with canon quotes from your characters. No (or little) context, just the quotes -- individually if you want, or several in one comment.

People can tag in to those threads and either guess the context/situation, or ask you what it's about, or just comment on the quotes. This way we can all have a little amusement, dork about our canon a little, and maybe get in a little canon pimping on the side.

As always, don't forget to keep checking in and see what new stuff's gone up!

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Blackwall: Could you be a little more gentle the next time we spar, Cassandra?
Cassandra: Why? You can take it.
Blackwall: Yes, but I'd rather not.
Cassandra: (Laughs.) I did not realize you were made of glass.
Blackwall: Bruised glass, thank you.

Blackwall: So you were the Right Hand of the Divine, and Leliana the Left?
Cassandra: Yes, and if you joke about the Right Hand not knowing what the Left is doing, I will punch you.
Blackwall: Me? No, I would never make such a terrible joke.

Blackwall: The other day, did I see you punch a tree? What did it ever do to you?
Cassandra: Plenty.

Cole: It's you, Cassandra. Breathing from the belly, cold air warmed, stones beneath me, candle before me, Maker all around. Then nothing, empty, I'm cut, cauterized, then caught, cleansed by a light that carries me home. You're thinking backwards. You don't have faith because of the spirit. The spirit came because of your faith. It's you.
Cassandra: Thank you, Cole. I appreciate that.

Cole: The room with the candle. It wasn't a lie. Your faith was real.
Cassandra: The same could be said for Lambert or Lucius. A single moment of perfect faith does not make one immune to fault.
Cole: Belly knotted, the candle burns like the sun. No voice but my own for months. "Blessed are they who stand before the corrupt and the wicked and do not falter."
Cassandra: "Blessed are the peacekeepers, the champions of the just."

Dorian: Tell me, Cassandra: did your family throw suitors at you?
Cassandra: My uncle did, waves of them – until I broke one's arm. Then there were fewer.

Iron Bull: That was some solid work back there, Seeker.
Cassandra: You, as well.
Iron Bull: The way you backhanded that guy with your shield and then damn near chopped him in half? Hey, are you as turned on as I am right now?

Cassandra: I enjoy fighting at your side, Bull.
Iron Bull: Same here, Seeker.
Cassandra: But I will also enjoy returning to the base and sinking slowly into a steaming hot bath, sprinkled with rose petals.
Iron Bull: Oh, now you're just being mean! I mean, roses! Who has sex smelling like roses? Violets, or a nice frangipane, maybe.
Cassandra: *laughs*

Iron Bull: Hey, Seeker, if I hit a guy high while you go low, you think we could get him to flip?
Cassandra: Flip?
Iron Bull: Yes. Ass over tea kettle, you know.
Varric: I expect an ale cask before a tea kettle, frankly.
Vivienne: Not over my tea kettle.
Dorian: Now there's a turn of phrase.
Sera: (Laughs.) Ass kettle.
Iron Bull: Yeah, yeah.
Cassandra: I... suppose that could be done?
Iron Bull: I've always wanted to get a guy to flip!

Sera: Well, sorry I'm scared of the stuff I've been warned about my whole life––––like most people who aren't Seekers.
Cassandra: I apologize. I could help if you're willing.
Sera: Pfft! No, I have things to do. You can help by standing in front of me.
Cassandra: (Laughs.) That I can do.

Cassandra: Sera, about you and the Inquisitor...
Sera: Right, here we go. What is it from you?
Cassandra: If you are going to pursue this, make it worth it. Be happy.
Sera: You cagey, boxed up, kissy romantic!
Cassandra: Ugh, there is no need to tell anyone that.

Sera: Hey, Cassandra! Were those really all your names or were you having them on?
Cassandra: Having who on?
Sera: At the Winter Palace. Were you having them on or are you really Cassandra Allergy Porta Fillomajig Pentaghast?
Cassandra: It really is. My family is as pretentious as it is large.
Sera: (Laughs.) How do you remember them all?
Cassandra: I have them stitched into all my clothes.
Sera: Hey Inquisitor! Is that true? Do they fit across her underpants?
Cassandra: You will not answer that.

Cassandra: No. No, Andraste did not specifically say one should not punch bears.

Solas: Sadly, yes. Too few invested with authority possess the courage to alter their course. They fear the appearance of weakness.
Cassandra: The truth is more important than my reputation, and anyone willing to accuse me of weakness is welcome to try.

Cassandra: Varric, does Hawke ever autograph books?
Varric: Why? Doesn't your copy of the "Tale of the Champion" have a big hole in it?
Cassandra: Yes... but it could also have Hawke's signature on it.

Varric: I can't believe you picked the absolute worst of my books to read. Why not Hard in Hightown?
Cassandra: I have enough mysteries and investigations of my own.
Varric: What? You don't want to solve more in your spare time?
Cassandra: Then you killed my favorite character in Chapter 3, so I threw the book across the room.
Varric: Ah, a critic. Say no more.

Cassandra: (sigh) Not all my feelings involve stabbing.

... I could go on for a long time. Dragon Age is absolutely packed with hours of dialogue, and I haven't even scratched the surface of those that concern my character yet.