Drunk Alistair: I am the prince of Fe...Ferelden, I'm telling you!
Isabela: He keeps saying that.
Drunk Alistair: That's because it's..tr..uuue!
Aveline: He.. does look a little like King Cailan.
Isabela: Well, now he's drunk in a bar in the accent of Kirkwall. But aren't we all?
Drunk Alistair: oh...just leave me alone. I've had enough of people like you. You're all the same.
Hawke: Are you okay?
Drunk Alistair: No, not okay, worse than okay. Disgraced traitor! That's what I am.
Isabela: Now you've done it. He'll keep on like this all day.
Drunk Alistair: You sound like Morrigan.


King Alistair: Right! I'm Alistair, uh... King of Ferelden. And this is Teagan, my uncle. Sort of.
Teagan: I'm actually Teagan. I'm only sort of his uncle.