The Longest Journey (1999 Video Game)
Cortez: So my secrets are being revealed, are they?
April: I wouldn't say that, because you're still a mystery to me. More so.
Cortez: Good. You see, señorita, mystery is important. To know everything, to know the whole truth, is dull. There is no magic in that. Magic is not knowing, magic is wondering about what and how and where.
Burns Flipper: Are you in the market for a neutronium bomb, by the by? Got a hot one sitting in storage, give it to you for a cool one hundred million, hah, bargain! Interested?
April: Sure, let me just check my wallet. No! Of course not! Are you crazy?
April: It's a nest, padded with large scales. Very large scales.
April: For some strange reason, I have a feeling I should get the hell outta here before the tenants return.
April: Where's everybody this morning?
Fiona: Mickey's tied up in the basement... Mind you, she's not literally tied up, of course - although that is a tempting thought.
April: Are you getting into your sexual fantasies here, Fiona? Because it's a little too early in the morning for that, don't you think?
Cortez: Vamos. Enter the light.
April: Don't say that. It sounds too ominous. Just... tell me what's gonna happen.
Cortez: You're about to take the first step on the longest journey of your life.
April Ryan: There are only two things worse then an empty canvas: death and taxes.
April: There's a storm heading this way. Even the weather sucks in my dreams. I feel so charmed.
April: If I am insane why aren't I seeing fluffy pink rabbits right now?
Terminal: Fair Use Bureau. They are authorized to carry deadly weapons.
April: I thought you'd be estatic to have people work twenty-four hour shifts?
Stanley: Oh, don't get me wrong sweetheart. There's nothing I'd want more. But you see, for some reason it is illegal to make people work that long.
April: Yeah, what a downer.
April: You're just being cryptic again. It's like soap opera sex. Lots of boring dialogue and when they finally do go to bed, everything's dark and covered by blankets.
Cortez: You want the full monty, then?
April: I think I saw the first movie. It stunk.
Actor Cop: I agree. But this one has a certain... je ne sais quoi... flair, that the original lacked.
April: You mean, more violence, more sex, less plot?
Actor Cop: Yes.
Kaptein Nebevé: We don't let women on board 'The White Dragon'
April: Isn't that a bit sexist?
Kaptein Nebevé: Sexy is just what I worry about, what with a boatful of men being out at sea for months at a time.
April: Not sexy, sexist.
Kaptein Nebevé: I'm a sailor, girl, what do you expect, good bedside manners?
April: Wake up!
Crow: Huh? Turn off the big light, Mommy.
April: Its called the sun, Crow. Welcome to the world of the living.
Crow: Oh, I was having this weird dream about a big ass turkey wearing a pair of red shoes... and you were there, and he was there, and... and... maybe it wasn't a dream after all?
April: I think it's safe to say that you need therapy.
April: [Roper Klacks evil laugh] Who was that? Wait, don't tell me, evil wizard. They all sound like Richard III on crack to me.
April: Crow, I need you to fly over there and get some of those berries for me. And Crow?
Crow: Yes, ma'am?
April: Don't eat the berries.
Crow: No, ma'am.
April: How did you do that?
Roper Klacks: Alchemy, little girl. The most powerful magic.
April: Yeah, well, I can pull a rabbit out of a hat.
Roper Klacks: I can pull a hat out of a rabbit. What is your point?
April: Where have you been?
Cortez: What, you were worried?
April: Yes! No. I mean, I was scared you were... you know... Dead.
Cortez: So you care about me? Ave Maria purisima! What am I going to do now without you telling me to get lost?
April: Why did you make me search all over the city for you?
Cortez: Search for me? I've been here for hours, senorita. I haven't moved. The question ought to be, what made you go out of your way to find me?
April: What's so appealing about old movies?
Cortez: Ah, now you're changing the subject! That's more my style, isn't it?
April: You can be annoyingly smug at times, did you know that?
Cortez: Of course.
Jacob McAllen: There is still time. You are blood of my blood, kin to my kin, you are immortal Dragon, and our destinies weigh the Scales of the Universe.
Cortez: Where do you get all those clichés? "Kin to my kin"? Doesn't it ever bother you that you sound like a badly written play?