Corypheus: I grow weary of your constant interruptions. The time has come to start my plan again anew, albeit without your infuriating obstruction.
Carver: Yeah, well, I grow weary of your FACE, pal. You’re not going to kill me. You can’t because I am a Maker-forsaken HAWKE. We don’t get defeated. Not by dragons, demons, haunted houses, fifteen gangs of the same bandits, not by qunari with big sticks, and certainly not by you. We proved that once already.
Corypheus: Hmmm. You claim your bloodline cannot be crushed by any means… but tell me, boy: Your father, my blighted jailer whose seals you destroyed to release me… did he not sire three offspring? A sister, yes? And yet she did not join you in your quest. Weakness undoubtedly felled her just as it will do to you.
[KILL BILL SIRENS]
Carver: Nobody talks badly about Bethany, asshole. You know what I did to the last person who tried?
Carver: *shouting* DROPPED A MOTHERFUCKING MOUNTAIN ON THEM.
Carver: Enjoy being Frosty the Snow-darkspawn, you freak.
Corypheus: … you do realize it’s going to fall on you as well?
Carver: THANK YOU FOR THE REMINDER! fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck