Quotes:

Nameless One: "I wonder what it was I said that made Death reject me."

Nameless One: "One foot in grave, the other in hell."

Nameless One: "Um... has anyone seen a floating sarcastic skull around here?"

Nameless One: "No wonder my back hurts; there's a damn novel written there."
(thanks to The Greater Quasit)

Annah: "Get yer eyes off my arse!"

Annah: "You like my wee tail? I’ll wag it at ye!"

Annah: "If you keep bobbing about skull, I’m gonna mount you at the end of a pike!"

Dak’kon: "Your path is mine."

Dak’kon: "Your reasons for your incessant clicking are not *known* to me."

Dak’kon: "There cannot be two skies!"

Dak’kon: "Endure. In enduring, grow strong."

Dak’kon: "Strength lies in *knowing* oneself."
(thanks to Paul Templar for this one)

Nordom: "Nordom and crossbows wish to go in search for trouble!"

Nordom: "I sleep in a drawer."

Nordom: "I’m a little Modron short and stout."

Nordom: "I think therefore I am... I think"

Nordom: "Said desire will begin immediately."

Nordom: "I estimate that Fall-from-Grace would be 51% more effective as a modron. Give or take 5,2%."

Nordom: "I estimate Fall-from-Grace to be found attractive by the male sex of over 321423 separate species. Give or take 5."

Nordom: "Attention: Morte. I have a question. Do you have a destiny? A
purpose?"
Morte: "Is Annah still wearing clothes?"
Nordom: "Affirmatory."
Morte: "Then the answer is yes."
(thanks to Kate for this one)

Morte: "Oh sure. I'll just swing it with my arms." (When trying to equip him with any weapons)
(thanks to Extremist for this gem)

Morte: "Come on! Let's shake a leg... Well... YOU shake a leg..."
(thanks to Sam for this quote)

Morte: "Women are the reason I became a monk... and the reason I changed back..."

Morte: "We should get some female zombies to join our party, right chief?"

Morte: "You know, if I could click you, you wouldn’t know a moment’s peace!"

Morte: "I am both happy and miserable, without the happy part!"

Morte: "Like Latin… for Death."

Morte: "Graaaace... you wanna put ME in your inventory?"
(thanks to Flare Dragon Ceiphied for this one)

Morte: "This place is locked up tighter than a chastity belt!"
(thanks to Matt for this one)

Morte: "Graaaace! I need your sensory touch!"

Morte: "You know, it wouldn't kill you to say a few words to me, fiendling... or hug me... or KISS me!" (Talking to Annah)

Morte: "That beauty sleep didn't help much." (When Nameless One awakens after being killed)

Morte: "Talk about beating a dead horse!" (When Nameless One dies)

Vhailor: "Justice is not blind, for I am her eyes!"

Vhailor: "Mercy is a shield used by the weak!"

Vhailor: "Who goes there?"

Vhailor: "While we await, mercy and evil seep into the hearts of more victims!"

Vhailor: "You will not escape my axe again!"

Vhailor: "Your crimes cry out for justice!"

Vhailor: "Perfection through punishment."
(thanks to Paul Templar for this one)

Vhailor: "Let my words carry you: JUSTICE is a TEACHER. In your PUNISHMENT, gain STRENGTH. Through your PUNISHMENT, achieve PERFECTION."
(thanks to HonorKnight)

Fall-from-Grace: "Simple minds... simple pleasures..."

Fall-from-Grace: Morte, what happened to your body?
Morte: Oh! I'm the head of Vecna!

Fall-from-Grace: Morte, with a vocabulary like yours, you should spend some time at the brothel...
Morte: Hohoho! The gods are merciful!

Fall-from-Grace: Morte, I'm curious... what happened to your body?
Morte: It's a long story involving the Head of Vecna. I don't want to talk about it.
Fall-from-Grace: (Laughing) That was you?
Morte: Could we *please* change the subject?
(thanks to The Greater Quasit)

Ravel: "What can change the nature of a man?"

Ravel: Life swallowed you and spit you out!
Morte: It swallowed him, but I don't know if he came out of THAT end!

Ignus: "Ignus wishes to BURN!"

Fhjull Forked-Tongue: "Great! Even more of a stench!" - referring to Fall-from-Grace

Fhjull Forked-Tongue: "HOW CAN A MORON TALK SO MUCH?!"

Fhjull Forked-Tongue: "He it was that condemned me to this life and he whose guts I will see stringing the gates of dawn like a celestial harp... no... no... no harm to the deva. Curses!"

Fhjull Forked-Tongue: "That skulking pseudo-child of light! That contemptible... aggh... I mean no harm to him and his lying no-respect-for-the-law ways!"

The Transcendent One: "I can forge planes with my power! I can unmake you!"

The Silent King: "..."