I work for Belethor, at the general goods store.

No lollygaggin'.

Let's get going then.

Thanks for taking the time. People never want to talk to me.

It's a fine day, with you around.

"Do you get to the Cloud District very often? Oh, what am I saying - of course you don’t."

"You bend to me? Yes. Your reward is waiting for you. Further down."

You look like you're feeling sick. Could be ataxia! I've heard it's quite a problem down in Cyrodiil.

"I am sworn to carry your burdens."

"Skyrim is for the Nords!"

"Heard about you and your honeyed words."

"Huh?"

You know what's wrong with Skyrim these days? Everyone is obsessed with DEATH!

Hey, what village are you from, horse thief?

A good story is nine parts truth, one part fiction.

You're new here. I don't trust the new.

Oh look, a squirrel cave!

I wonder what's inside?

I hope your parents are proud of you. They have a lot of reason to be.

“I work with my mother, to sell fruits and vegetables. It’s fun most days, but hard work.”

"Owning a farm does have its advantages."

I don't need your fruit. I heard when you sing, people throw tomatoes at ya anyway!

"Gonna rip you...open!"

"Genuine Falmer Elixir! Grow back that missing limb. Make love like a sabre cat!"

"Can I interest you in some fine goods from Morrowind?"

"Fancy robes. You a wizard or somethin'?"

I have a lot of respect for the Restoration school. Skyrim could use a few more healers.

"Restoration is a perfectly valid school of magic! Don't let anyone tell you otherwise!"

[Buffy's response: "Then I'm sure you'll be happy to sell me a simple cure disease spell?"]

"I've been hunting and fishing in these parts for years."

"It's not like my poaching is hurting anyone. The Jarl can hardly eat every deer now can he?"

"By the Hist, what a sight!"

I own Hollyfrost Farm outside the city. It's honest work, if a bit dull.

So, why'd you join up with the Legion?

"You're going to have the men around here wrapped around your finger in no time."

"Shor's bones! A handsome man in Falkreath!"

“There’s nothing a man can do that I can’t do better, whether it’s serving drinks or slaying trolls.”

"What's the matter? You can't stand the sight of a strong Nord woman?"

Go ahead ... try to shout!

"FUS!"

Hey, that's pretty good! ... Now, let's see you sharpen that blade. Use the grindstone to improve your new daggar.

"Keep a song in your heart, and a blade in your boot."

Keep walking soft-gut, I'm more woman than YOU can handle.

"Pff. Go away, if you know what's good for you."

"Are you lost?"

Can't just throw the big logs on the fire, have to throw the little bits, too.

"I'm telling you, I heard it. Howling. Those werewolf tales are true."

By blade or by shield, if you want to make it dead, I'll make it dead. You only need to pay my fee.

"Never worked an honest day in your life for all that coin you're carrying, have you lass?"

Hmmm. If you ever want to replace those RAGS, stop by Radiant Raiments

"You're not wearing THAT to the Blue Palace, are you?"