CONAN: "(SMACK) Wake up (SMACK) Wake up! (SMACK) Wake up (SMACK) (SMACK) (SMACK)"
GM: "On the fifth smack, he wakes up."
CONAN: "<SMACK) Wake up!"
CONAN: "You are going to marry her."
CAM: "That was not the deal."
CONAN: "Have you seen her…land?"
SCHUYLER: "You could totally plow that land! I would…but I don’t do humans."
CONAN: "This is a Haiku. Cameron smells like hot dogs. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5"
CHRIS: "That’s not a proper haiku, too many syllables."
CONAN: "Cam-ron smells like hot dogs. There you go."
CAM: "Genius. What, that take you like 8 minutes?"
SCHUYLER: "This is a haiku. But sometimes they don’t make sense. Refrigerator."
GM: "After that, she talks about her doll collection, then she moves to ponies. She doesn't know a lot about her kingdom and its history.
CAM: "I mention my home from Limshau—"
GM: "She’s less interested in that, all those book are a little boring. She prefers ones with pictures. After two hours pass, you look at your watch and realize…only an hour has passed."
GM: "You concentrate. You fail to move the stone."
CONAN: "I stop."
GM: "You fall six feet."
CONAN: "I was levitating?"
GM: "Yes…and there is an apple beside you."
CONAN: "An apple?"
GM: "Yes, and a light bulb is missing from the fixture above you."
CONAN: "I can turn something into an apple?"
CONAN (to Chris): "…Would you like an apple?"
â€œI despise stallions. I ride them as I ride an ugly noble women--smiles for appearances and politics only. Stallions. All personality with no depth. They prance like ponies and trot with arrogance. I always say, respect your mules most of all. A stallion may lead with the king and gather the eyes, but a mule will follow behindâ€¦and carry your kingdom.â€