Look for me in the section of fellas who ain’t ugly freaks
… Thou art a troll-whoring sheep-buggerer.
It is pitch black. You are likely to be eaten by a grue.
Catherine my love…
Ok, I’ve just about had my FILL of riddle asking, quest assigning, insult throwing, pun hurling, hostage taking, iron mongering, smart arsed fools, freaks, and felons that continually test my will, mettle, strength, intelligence, and most of all, patience! If you’ve got a straight answer ANYWHERE in that bent little head of yours, I want to hear it pretty damn quick or I’m going to take a large blunt object roughly the size of Elminster AND his hat, and stuff it lengthwise into a crevice of your being so seldom seen that even the denizens of the nine hells themselves wouldn’t touch it with a twenty-foot rusty halberd! Have I MADE myself CLEAR?!
Finish HIM!
Woopsies!
Mortal combat
Unbelievable. You, subject name here, must be the pride of subject hometown here.
~MD 
You, the Master of Unlocking…
PI PI PI··· We have found an intruder. We are going to attack.
“Piyo piyo”
You sound like pages from a self-help booklet!
How appropriate. You fight like a cow.
(Which would have been a failed sword-thrust attempt for Guybrush in this instance).
Oh, bloody typical. I told her, she didn’t believe me — girls always disappear on me. Always.
I’m Sander Fucking Cohen!
Burt fucking Reynolds ?!
Master using it and you can have this.
(The original) Legend of Zelda
It’s that legendary blade…
The Master Sword!!!
Go for the optics!
Uh oh, that was not a target!