Prince Alexander:
Zounds!

Prince Alexander:
Good morning, tomato vines!

Prince Alexander:
Perhaps, a tale of my love?

Prince Alexander:
No offense, my lord, but I hope that is many long years from now.

Gate:
What touch awakens my sleep? I smell the blood of a mortal! Reach forward thine hand, mortal, so I may devour it. It has been centuries since I last ate.

Shamir Shamazel:
I've got a new master! I've got a new master!

Narrator:
Three spikes and you're out!

Narrator:
That move was slightly arrow-neous!