Blackpool: That island you vaporized.
Vector: M'lord?
Blackpool: Yes. There were people living there. Peace loving nomads as I recall.
Vector: That's right.
Blackpool: Of course you evacuated them before the firecon exploded?
Vector: Of course, my lord.

Blackpool: We want peace.

Ariel: ...don't mess with a princess.

The Kidnap

The Rescue

Night of Terror

Blackpool: I was just adding a name to my list of enemies.
Vector: I trust my name is not in that book.
Blackpool: Your name? In this book? Of course not.
Vector: I'm relieved.
Blackpool: This book only covers A through E.

Vector: Yes, the brazen lame brain with the blonde hair.
Blackpool: Well, that could be either one.

Blackpool: To you... and to Greystone and Ariel. May they never rest in peace.

Marko: What? Mommy is wost? In a scawy castle? Karnaj!

Blackpool: Fun! I don't do anything for fun.

Ariel: Oh, I hate those riddles. Like the one where one man gets off the coach, and three get on and all that, and you're supposed to guess the name of the coachman.
Erik: It's Ralph. But that's not important right now.

Blackpool: How are you going to know whether you like something if you don't try it?

Blackpool: Does the phrase fat chance mean anything to you, Vector?

Vector: I might as well tell you. I don't wear a hat.

Skies of Death

Erik: What's wrong? Hasn't Dirk been giving you your daily rat?

The Caverns of Chaos

Geoffrey: You want him hurt or dead?
Vector: "Preferably dead."
Geoffrey: Good, that's easier. I won't have to fight him.

Blackpool: Goodbye Greystone. May flights of demons sing thee to thy rest.

Geoffrey: Vector, get us a couple of sandwiches.

Eric: Bye

The Dungeon of Death

Marko: Suck a rotten egg, dragonbreath.

Blackpool: Your sense of humor leaves something to be desired, Vector.

Vector: Yes, my lord. You're definitely a man to be watched.

Blackpool: Trust you, Vector? One couldn't begin to fathom the depths of my trust in you.

Blackpool: He'll wake up shortly, and we can all have a conversation down in the torture chamber. We'll talk. You'll scream.

Vulkars Revenge

Blackpool: Remarkable vision for such a short-sighted group.

Baaldorf: You look beautiful tonight, Ariel.
Ariel: Oh, no, It's too late for beautiful. I looked beautiful about two hours ago, but now I'm down to lovely.
Ariel: If I stay up too late, I get cute!

Blackpool: The gods gave you a daughter. If a son turned out like her…

Baaldorf: Aside from your demented mind, you have all the elements to make a father proud.

Ariel: No. No, much worse. I mean, Blackpool's evil but he's not evil looking, you know? He has that nice soft hair and those piercing eyes and dimples and all those muscles. And he wears those shiny black shirts with those leather things. And boots...
Cassandra: Chains.
Ariel: It's warm in here!
Cassandra: I thought it was me.

Vector: I stopped him. I watched you grow. I knew you had the ruthlessness of a true warrior, the makings of a fierce king. You were MY choice. I only made one mistake.
Blackpool: You underestimated me.

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