- Sarevok Anchev: Ranger, turn your rodent's gaze another direction! I will not be scrutinised as though by some ridiculous divining rod!
- Minsc: Boo has an uncanny judge of character, but you... you give him trouble.
- Sarevok Anchev: I'll give him more than that if this continues! I nearly conquered a nation! I will not be judged by a creature that stores nuts in its cheeks!
- Jan Jansen: Hey! I resemble that remark.
- Sarevok Anchev: Trust me, gnome, you do not want to partake in my wrath this day.
- Minsc: Food storage aside, Boo controls himself far better than you do. Do you see him ranting about mere glances? Let's look.
- Sarevok Anchev: What?
- Minsc: See? No rant. In fact, now he is snuffling about for a comfy place to sleep. Admirable restraint.
- Sarevok Anchev: I'm still in Hell, aren't I? This is insanity.
- Minsc: Ah, finally a calming look comes across your face. Boo's handiwork, no doubt? Doesn't that feel better?
- Sarevok Anchev: Let's... let's go kill something. Soon.
- Imoen: So... Sarevok. You've had an itty-bitty piece of my soul in there for quite a while now. What's it been like?
- Sarevok Anchev: Well, other than a slight obsession with my weight and the resurgence of a few pimples, it's been simply grand.
- Viconia: Sarevok, may I share a whispered word with you?
- Sarevok Anchev: Yes, drow? What is it you want?
- Viconia: I miss the customs of my homeland, like the breaking in of new pleasure slaves. The largest and strongest were the hardest to break, but they were the most rewarding. Sarevok, I find your great size... intriguing.
- Sarevok Anchev: Were you to break me, Viconia, you might find nothing but the chill emptiness of the grave within.
- Viconia: That does not repulse me as you might imagine. We drow are ever eager to broaden our... experiences.
- Sarevok Anchev: I orchestrated a war to slaughter thousands. I have felt the cold embrace of death. I have witnessed the horrors of the abyss. But you, Viconia... you scare me.
- Viconia: Cowards everywhere I turn! If you find your courage, Sarevok, seek me out.
- Imoen: What... what was it like to die, Sarevok? Seeing as you've been through the experience repeatedly I can't help but wonder if you've developed some perspective on it.
- Sarevok Anchev: Do you intend for me to believe that a weakling such as yourself has never needed to be revived by a priest? Bah! I imagine this group has gained a discount at the temple of Helm for you, dear sister.
- Cespenar the Imp: Cool bastard sword! Why bastard, you think? No parent?