Datak: Why would T'evgin help us? Stahma: Must I draw you a chart? Datak: Contrary to what you think, darling, your chivo is not magic. Stahma: On many occasions, you've said different.
Stahma: I poisoned him with enough swimbo to kill a bell beast. Datak: But is the Omec dead? No. He's at home smelling my wife on his fingers and chuckling about how he cuckolded Datak Tarr! Stahma: I doubt T'evgin knows your name.