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: Do you have any idea of what you've done? You've sold out the city for a redhead! Get out of here before I turn you into the pig you are!
Geralt of Rivia
: [of Adda
] That spoiled little vixen... well, she wants some catoblepas. Rare would be best. Triss Merigold
: Are you kidding? Geralt of Rivia
: No. Triss, could you conjure up something, please. Triss Merigold
: Sorcery at parties is considered very unseemly... Geralt of Rivia
: I'll create a distraction. Triss Merigold
: I'll do better myself.
] Triss Merigold
: Catoblepas steak, rare, for the Princess. Geralt of Rivia
: Thank you, Triss. Triss Merigold
: You know I can conjure up orgasms, too? Geralt of Rivia
: I think I prefer traditional methods.
Roderik de Wett
: We know about your illegal gathering with the elf! Open up or you'll hang! Yaevinn
: [to Triss
] Sorceress, teleport us now! My unit is ready. Geralt of Rivia
: Are you crazy? Triss Merigold
: He's right, Geralt. This may be our only chance... Alkh'imbagha, harr'a! Declan Leuvaarden
: I once saw a mage who emerged from a teleport without his legs. They arrived 5 seconds later...
: [looking at the aftermath of Geralt's attack at the Nilfgaardian camp
] Those Nilfgaardians... that's your work? Geralt of Rivia
: They followed their leader too blindly. Triss Merigold
: You killed them all? Geralt of Rivia
: They didn't slaughter themselves.
[a dragon is attacking La Valette Castle
] King Foltest
: I'd give a leg for a heavy crossbow right now. Triss Merigold
: It's a dragon! I can't believe it! King Foltest
: Merigold, stop admiring it and do something! Triss Merigold
: It's not that simple! King Foltest
: Before the brute turns my army to cinders! Vernon Roche
: [to Geralt
] Witcher, how do you fight something like that? Geralt of Rivia
: You don't! You run! Vernon Roche
] Some professional you are...
: [to Geralt, carrying an unconscious Triss on his shoulder
] We must fight our way towards Flotsam. Triss Merigold
: [regaining consciousness
] Is that you, Roche? Get my hands off my ass! Vernon Roche
] Who did you think it was? Triss Merigold
: I'm not a sack of flour or one of your commandos. I'm a woman! Vernon Roche
: I noticed. Triss Merigold
: Ugh. I'm going to be sick... Vernon Roche
: At least I'll die holding a lovely arse! Triss Merigold
: Not mine! I'll hold the spell... Vernon Roche
: [to Geralt
] Come on! Let's go! Triss Merigold
: [to Roche
] Stop shaking! I need to focus!
Geralt of Rivia
: I've recovered my memory, completely. Triss Merigold
: Good. That should stop people from taking advantage of you. Geralt of Rivia
: Someone's been taken advantage of me? Triss Merigold
: I have, for one.
: [if Geralt tries to persuade Triss to stay with him
] We had our chance, but... let it go. Geralt of Rivia
: I... I love you. Sailor
: Miss Merigold! We're castin' off!
[a teary-eyed Triss leaves and gets on the ship
: Well mate, at least you tried. A sorceress turned me down once. Want to hear the story? Geralt of Rivia
: Go for it. What's the harm. Dijkstra
: As you know my heart fluttered for Philippa Eilhart, back when we both served Redania. One day, I doused myself in fragrances like a whore in a heat wave, put on a pinstriped doublet - they make you look slimmer, you know... And I went to her, told her, Philippa, we've so much in common, and so on. Know what she said? Geralt of Rivia
: Pinstripes hadn't slimmed you down enough? Dijkstra
: No, she said - Geralt, turn around. Geralt of Rivia
: Not in the mood for jokes. Dijkstra
: No, I'm serious. Turn around.
[Triss is standing on the pier