Sklonda: Here is thirty gold to break up with Riz. Fabian: Save that money for our wedding.
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Sklonda: Here is thirty gold to break up with Riz. Fabian: Save that money for our wedding.
Sklonda: Riz, nobody's going to give you 375,000 gold. Fabian, later: Of course I'll give you 375,000 gold.
Sandra Lynn: Now, here to read my social security number is a field reporter named after the number of people I performed oral sex on in one night in 2012. Sklonda: …Hello, I’m fifty? …That can’t be right.
Sklonda: What have you got there? Riz: Not secrets! Sklonda: Literally the worst answer you could have given.
Sklonda: Riz. Your friends are asking me to tell you to stop stalking them. Riz: Right. I'll be more discreet.
Riz: The Seacasters seem nice. Sklonda: You know how I feel about them. Riz: Oh, they're just like you or me. Except they're wealthy, beautiful, and live by no recognizable moral code.
Sklonda: Is this one of those things where you ask me for permission for something that's definitely happening anyway? Riz: Yes.
Gorthalax, about to gain another warlock: And what are you willing to give? Sklonda: Head? Gorthalax: What? Sklonda: What?