A: Well, That's Obvious

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Kathy: Your Grace, may I ask you something?
Songween: Depends. Do you expect an answer?
Kathy: Well, yeah. Sorta.
Songween: Then shoot.

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Kathy: Why are you so... eager... for Fred and I to... ahm... well, youdo it? I mean, the tent, and wanting to marry us off yesterday, and stuff... to be honest, it's a little creepy... Ma'am.

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Songween: *sigh* I'm an old woman. I don't know how much more time I've got to influence how things go here. I'd like to know that the future of Rackenroon is secure—
DrBowman: Plus she's horny as hell.

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B: And You Thought It Was Just Ornamental

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DrBowman: I think she's got the hots for him herself—
Songween: SHUT UP, YOU—!
Sfx: WHOK!
DrBowman: Ook!

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Songween: I've known The Lieutenant for two decades now, and I HAVE grown fond of him— I don't want him getting stuck with Vyschuss or Jinjur. I told him he should've married you in New Yak so you'd come here as a fate accomplished—

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Kathy: "Fait accompli."
Songween: Whatever; you'd be spouses, and by Crocutan law and custom, no one could tear you apart. But no-o-o, the little prig had to be stubborn—!

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C: Better Than The Other One

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Kathy: Well— to be fair— we barely knew each other— and I—
Songween: Did you ever try to run him through the groin with a sabre?

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Kathy: Um... no—
Songween: Then you're a vast improvement over the competition.