Prince: S. Elika: Scar. Prince: No. Elika: Scarrrr-f? Prince: No. Elika: Shrine? Prince: A-ha! ...No. Elika: I give up. Prince: Sssssoulless follower of Ahriman! Elika: I am amazed no one threw you overboard on your sea trips.
Sometimes, Elika also brings the snark:
Prince: That's a nice blouse. Elika: I think I have a spare if you'd like it.
However, the Prince is not to be outdone.
Elika: We have to cross over there! Prince: Sure, climb on the roof. It's not like gravity ever killed anyone.
Elika: Wow. With you as a measuring stick, that really makes me a saint. Prince: Oh, come on, I've helped old ladies home from the market. Elika: If they had attractive daughters. Prince: Yeah. I helped them, too.
The Prince about the evil god:
Prince: You had to pick this religion? You couldn't have picked one where the all the evil creatures were...I don't know... slightly angry sheep?
In the windmill:
Prince: You know, I once thought about settling down, milling flour for a living... Elika: Really? Prince: Ha, are you kidding? How boring would that be?
The Prince lampshading the fact that their destination is, as always, the most inconvenient place.
Prince: Nice tower. I'd say it's from the ominous and forbidding school of architecture. Elika: The fertile ground is... Prince: At the top of the tower. Well, they wouldn't put it on the ground floor, would they?
Before climbing up a tower:
Prince: I'll go first. But hey, no staring at my ass. I've felt you looking. Elika: I thought you lost your ass? Prince: Donkey. (And then Elika actually stares at his ass.) Prince: I can feel you looking!
The Prince imitating the Hunter, which is a ugly monster after all.