Zevran: Hello, my stocky little friend!
Zevran: Ah. This is where we begin the typical dwarven/elven rivalry, is it?
Violet: How in all hells did that thing sneak up on us?! You're the one with the elven eyes! Elven! Eyes!
Hannah: Don't pull that shit on me! My mother is near sighted and I'm just a product of familial traits! I suppose you just love dwarven ale... Because you're a dwarf!
Violet: You know I only drink wine! And do you seriously think my people only brew one kind of beer and then, with the creative imagination of a donkey's cock, name it dwarven?!
Hannah: Well, I only know one dwarf who drinks wine as a matter of principle. And it's really godsdamned obnoxious, you know that?
ALRIGHT, LISTEN TO ME YOU KNIFE-EARED PIECE OF SHIT! IF YOU GO ANY FURTHER WITH YOUR PISS-STAINED PUBIC HAIR YOU CALL A WIG, I'M GONNA WRECK YOUR SHIT SO HARD YOU WON'T EVEN BE ABLE TO WALK WITH YOUR LIMP DICK! I'M GONNA SHOVE MY FOOT SO FAR UP YOUR SHAVEN PERFECT LITTLE ASS THAT YOUR BREATH WILL SMELL LIKE SHOE POLISH! THEN I'M GONNA TAKE THAT LITTLE RED ANAL BEAD ON YOUR BELT AND SHOVE IT THROUGH YOUR FACE! I WILL FLAGELLATE YOU WITH MY FUCKING BEARD! I'M GONNA BUILD YOU A PAIR OF RUNIC MECHANICAL BALLS AND USE SURGICAL PRECISION TO SEW THEM TO YOUR GROIN WHERE YOUR MANHOOD SHOULD BE JUST SO I CAN KICK 'EM WITH MY IRON FUCKING FEET, YOU TWAT!
—Urist the Dwarf insulting Ravandil the Elf, Ravandil's Quest