Girl, boy or dancing bear, you're the finest page-the finest squire-to-be-at court." (Jon to Alanna)

I think it's fair rude to make him a tree and not know what kind he is.

I'm sick of this. Call me what you like, say I'm without honor, I don't care. I'm not getting on any more horses to whack you people with a stick.

Well, laddie, if you've let an old buzzard like me hurt you confidence, you couldn't have had much in the first place.

You are brave, kicking a chained prisoner. They must sing heroic ballads about you on winter nights!" (Alanna)

You're an obnoxious canker-blossom. Go ooze somewhere else.

Girls are 50% of the population. We deserve to represent 50% of the heroes.