- Istredd: Elves were the original sorcerers of the Continent. When humans and monsters arrived, elves taught the humans how to turn chaos into magic. And then... the humans slaughtered them, so they could pretend the power had always belonged to them.
- Geralt of Rivia: What happened with you? Your mother fuck a goat?
- Torque: I am Torque the Sylvan, a rare and intelligent creature!
- Geralt of Rivia: You're a dick. With balls.
- Torque: Balls I got from humans, who left our food filled with iron meant to poison me! Did you mother fuck a snowman?
- Geralt of Rivia: Show the humans that you are more than what they fear you to be.
- Filavandrel: Like you, Witcher?
- Geralt of Rivia: I have learned to live with them. So that *I* may live.
- Filavandrel: Even chaos is polluted. Synthetically enhanced so humans can make magic.
- Geralt of Rivia: Chaos is the same as it's always been. Humans just adapted better.
- Jaskier: [singing] They came after me/ With masterful deceit/ Broke down my lute/ And they kicked in my teeth/ While the devil's horns/ Minced our tender meat/ And so cried the Witcher/ "He can't be bleat..."
- Geralt of Rivia: That's not how it happened. Where's your newfound respect?
- Jaskier: Respect doesn't make history.
- Tissaia: Magic is organizing chaos. And while oceans of mystery remain, we have deduced that this requires two things. Balance and control. Without them, chaos will kill you.
- Tissaia: How much for a pig?
- Fletcher: They'll be at market tomorrow.
- Tissaia: Well, I'm here today.
- Fletcher: Ten marks.
- Tissaia: [Looks at Yennefer] How much for this beast?
- Fletcher: Six.
- Tissaia: Four.
- Kaveri: [Comes out of the house] What are you doing?
- Fletcher: [Ignores her] Sold. Four marks.
- Kaveri: Are you mad? You can't let them have her.
- Fletcher: As I said, sold. Four marks.
- Kaveri: The woman's a witch. You know what they will do. She's our daughter.
- Fletcher: She's no daughter of mine.
- [Takes the money from Tissaia]
- Jaskier: No one else hesitated to comment on the quality of my performance, except... for you. Come on. You don't want to keep a man with... bread in his pants waiting. You must have some review for me. Three words or less.
- Geralt of Rivia: [Long pause] They don't exist.
- Jaskier: [Confused] What don't exist?
- Geralt of Rivia: The creatures in your song.
- Jaskier: I heard your note, and, yes, you're right, maybe real adventures would make better stories. And you, sir, smell chock-full of them. Amongst other things.
- [Sniffs]
- Jaskier: I mean, what is that? Is that onion? It doesn't matter. Whatever it is, you smell of death and destiny. Heroics and heartbreak.
- Geralt of Rivia: [Flatly] It's onion.
- Tissaia: I sense your terror. And you are right to be afraid. Chaos is the most dangerous thing in this world. It is all around us all the time. Volatile and powerful. But each one of you showed an aptitude for channeling it.