Bowen: Dreams die hard and you hold them in your hands long after they've turned to dust.
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Bowen: Dreams die hard and you hold them in your hands long after they've turned to dust.
Oh, God, my mouth is so dry. No, no, no! Stop! No, no, no, stop! Draco: Sorry about that.
Gilbert of Glockenspur: If a dragon falls in the forest and nobody gets to hear about it, does it make a thud?
Gilbert of Glockenspur: Turn the other cheek, brother.
Draco: Bowen, meet Kara. You should've eaten her.
Bowen: Don't clutter up a clever scheme with morality.
King Einon: Ingenious, Felton; only you could keep such a good brain under such a bad hat.
Bowen: Why waste good food on bad rhetoric?
Bowen: There's nothing noble about crushing desperate men.
King Einon: Some are good at hunting men, some are good at hunting money. Both have value for me.
Bowen: Dreams die hard and you hold them in your hands long after they've turned to dust.
Gilbert of Glockenspur: If a dragon falls in the forest and nobody gets to hear about it, does it make a thud?
Gilbert of Glockenspur: Turn the other cheek, brother.
Bowen: Don't clutter up a clever scheme with morality.
King Einon: Ingenious, Felton; only you could keep such a good brain under such a bad hat.
Bowen: Why waste good food on bad rhetoric?
Bowen: There's nothing noble about crushing desperate men.
King Einon: Some are good at hunting men, some are good at hunting money. Both have value for me.
Draco: Who's the girl? Bowen: A nuisance! Get rid of her. Draco: Why? Bowen: They're trying to placate you with a sacrifice. Draco: Oh, now whoever gave them *that* bright idea? Bowen: Never mind! Just get rid of her! Draco: How? Bowen: Eat her! Draco: Oh, please. YUCK! Bowen: Aren't we squeamish; you ate Sir Egglemore, hypocrite! Draco: I merely chewed in self-defense, but I never swallowed.
Bowen: And now, Draco, without you, what do we do? Where do we turn? Draco: To the stars, Bowen. To the stars.
Bowen: Oh, good Lord! Sir Egglemore! Draco: Oh, thank you very much. It's been stuck down there for months. Can you get your buttocks off my tongue? Bowen: Why should you be comfortable? My armor is rusting in your drool and your *breath*, is absolutely *foul*! Draco: Well, what do you expect, with an old knight rotting between my molars?
Kara: It's been twelve years. Your castle is built. He can do you no more harm. Kara: For God's sake, release him. Kara: Father! King Einon: I've always said death is a release, not a punishment!
Bowen: You are the last. Draco: My time is over! Strike! Bowen: You are my friend. Draco: Then as my friend, STRIKE, PLEASE!
Bowen: You can't fly forever! Draco: Neither can you! Bowen: Oh, no...! Draco: Come, visit the woods! Draco: Look out! Draco: Well done! Draco: Ooh! Pity. That must have hurt. Draco: Again! Draco: And again! How do you like the ride so far?
Young Einon: The peasants are revolting. Brok: They've always been revolting, Prince. But *now*, they're rebelling.
King Einon: Well, well, well. It can't be. But it is! My old mentor. Still giving carving lessons? Bowen: Get off your horse and I'll give you one. King Einon: Time's not been kind to you, Bowen. You should never have broke with me. Bowen: It was *you* who broke with me. King Einon: And yet you return to me with this girl I lost. Bowen: I think she wants to stay lost. King Einon: Not her decision, I'm afraid! King Einon: I'm ready for my lesson now, knight.
Draco: Such deception hardly befits a knight of the Old Code. Bowen: Ha! Fleecing Einon's lackeys, that's a service to mankind. Draco: Is it? When you squeeze the nobility, it's the peasants who feel the pinch.
Gilbert of Glockenspur: My humble life is indebted to your exalted prowess, your dauntless courage, and your superb, swift sword! Bowen: You have the poet's gift of exaggeration. Gilbert of Glockenspur: Oh, sir, you should read my histories.
Bowen: Draw your bow, sight along the arrow, release! Hewe: Beginner's luck. Try again. Bowen: Steady... Bowen: Brother Gilbert. You're a natural.
Lord Felton: Well done, knight! Congratulations. Our gratitude, mine and King Einon's. Bowen: You can keep your gratitude; I'll take the gold. Yours or the king's. Lord Felton: Gold, knight? Bowen: We made a bargain, remember? One dragon put down, one bag of gold. Gilbert of Glockenspur: Your honor has a price, Sir Knight? Bowen: It has *expenses*. Honor won't feed my belly nor shoe my horse.
Draco: Well, since you seek a profit, we might as well begin. Bowen: Oh, don't flatter yourself! It's not the profit. It's the pleasure! Draco: Perhaps less pleasurable and more costly than you think!
Gilbert of Glockenspur: AAARGH! WE'RE GOING TO DIE! WE ARE ALL GOING TO DIIIE! Bowen: No, Brother Gilbert, we're not going to die! We're just... FLYING!
Gilbert of Glockenspur: Well done, Bowen! You've done it again! What a brute! That's even bigger than the last one! Bowen: Actually, he's about the same size.
Kara: Throw off the yoke of Einon's oppression! We must start to fight back! Hewe: Your father sang that sour tune once and we did fight back, and once was enough. We'll not dance to it again! Kara: No, Hewe, just cringe like a dog under Einon's boot! Hewe: At least a cringing dog's a live one!
