You were never burdened with intelligence, but your load seems to be especially light these days.

Smashing! Soon, my friend - soon we can share a flagon of something liquid and a tale of derring-do!

I love this time of year. The dickheads start popping up.

I don't mean to judge a book by its cover, but that man is all cover and no pages.

Findal: "Oh, thank you, thank you. I thought I was going to die down here."
Player: "Don't thank me yet. I'm here to finish what they started."