Shale: It has become very close with the other Grey Warden.
Alistair: Uh...yes, I suppose I have at that.
Shale: I find this difficult to comprehend. It is whiny and weak and constantly laughing.
Alistair: Then I guess a romance between you and I is completely out of the question?
Shale: And the attempts at humor. I cannot understand how it is endured.
Alistair: Well maybe you should ask her why she likes me so much instead of bothering me with it.
Shale: It has a loud mouth. Why its head has not been crushed already is hard to imagine.
Alistair: Or maybe you just happen to figure she likes me a lot more than she likes you.
Shale: Don't be foolish.
Alistair: Yes, I thought so. Just watch your step or I'm totally telling.
Shale: I'm going to stand over here now.

Alistair: So this... "bird thing" of yours.
Shale: I do not have a "bird thing." I have an extremely justified rage of the flying vermin that plague this world.
Alistair: But there are some birds that are useful. Like the ones you eat!
Shale: I approve of the ritual slaying of the foul beasts, but--it eats one? Disgusting.
Alistair: They're really quite tasty. you just need to rip off the feathers, first. I like the skin, myself.
Shale: I... think I am going to be sick...
Alistair: Ooh! Golem vomit! This I have to see!

"Join us brothers and sisters. Join us in the shadows where we stand vigilant. Join us as we carry the duty that can not be forsworn. And should you perish, know that your sacrifice will not be forgotten. And that one day we shall join you."