- Yennefer: I heard the song. Geralt must have left quite a sour taste in your mouth.
- Jaskier: What? He... No one leaves any tastes in my mouth, thank you very much. I sing of universal matters, my dear, generous lady. Emotions which anybody could experience. That song could be about anyone.
- Yennefer: [Not falling for it] Mmm.
- Jaskier: Anyone.
- Yennefer: Mm-hm.
- Jaskier: Anyone. Anyone... Fine. Yes, when I wrote it, it did come from the heart.
- Dock Guard: If you don't mind me saying so, that song, uh... it's not your strongest.
- Jaskier: Oh, yeah?
- Dock Guard: It's a bit complicated. Took me to the fourth verse to understand there were different timelines.
- Jaskier: [Quietly, clearly offended] Oh, did it?
- Dock Guard: [Oblivious] That magic kiss? That was a bit cheap.
- Jaskier: Yeah?
- Dock Guard: I spotted the dragon reveal a mile away.
- Jaskier: [Getting steadily more annoyed] Oh, you're clever. You're a clever one.
- Dock Guard: I must say, the bit when the lute player ends up with the warrior ladies...
- Jaskier: Lovable, lovable lutanist...
- Dock Guard: Yeah! Didn't really ring true for me, I must say.
- Yennefer: You're born helpless so you find strength. Then that's all they want you for, to use you. And you find love, but it isn't real. It's... a wish someone made once, before they even knew who you were. And you find power, and it turns to ash in your hands.
- Geralt of Rivia: Could a mage have made this?
- Triss: Theoretically. But generating monsters has been outlawed for centuries.
- Geralt of Rivia: [Sarcastic] Oh, outlawed. So definitely not a mage, then.
- Ciri: You know, my grandmother fought battles *and* wore dresses. You can do both.
- Geralt of Rivia: I know.
- Triss: You witchers, you pretend not to have emotions, but you do. I know you feel it too. All of it. Normal love, normal hatred, normal pain, fear and regret, normal joy, and normal sadness.
- Vesemir: You're going to Cintra? You said you'd never go back there. *Twice*.
- Geralt of Rivia: No witcher yet has died of old age lying in bed dictating his will, Vesemir.
- Jaskier: [to Yennefer] I would not wish that fate on my worst enemy, and, yes, you are firmly lodged in that category, it has to be said, but... what they've done to you and your people is unspeakable.
- Jaskier: I'm scared that one day, the muses will stop speaking to me. Because who are we, when we can no longer do the one thing we were put on this Continent to do?
- Yennefer: We find a new purpose. A better one. Hopefully
- Jaskier: [Smiles slightly] Chaos could never be done with the likes of you, Yennefer of Vengerberg.
- Geralt of Rivia: The Trail will test you. Force you to move beyond the pain, the fear, the failure. Until you become one with the killer itself. Remember, hesitation will draw danger to you like fire. But trust the path you choose... and it will protect you. Even in darkness. As long as you listen. Always listen.
- Jaskier: I hear you're alive, how disappointing - I've also survived, no thanks to you - Did I not bring you some glee - Mister, oh, look at me - Now I'll burn all the memories of you - - All those lonely miles that you ride - Now you'll walk with no one by your side - Did you ever even care - With your swords and your stupid hair? - Now watch me laugh as I burn all the memories of you - - Ladies and gentlemen, you have been the most beautiful audience - Remember to toss a coin if you can - If anyone needs me, I'll be at the bar - - What for d'you yearn? - It's the point of no return - After everything we did, we saw - You turned your back on me - What for d'you yearn? - Watch that butcher burn - - At the end of my days when I'm through - No word that I've written will ring quite as true as "burn!" - Burn, butcher, burn - Burn, butcher, burn - Burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn - Watch me burn all the memories of you
- Michaela (Advisor 1): The Northern Kingdoms are united by a common enemy now, but it is a tenuous alliance. Opportunists and assassins lurk where you least expect them.
- King Vizimir of Redania: I will not live in fear.
- Elad (Advisor 2): Nor would we ask you to. We only want to serve Redania as best we can.
- [Michaela passes the king a goblet, and a knife magically slits her throat. She collapses, revealing Dijkstra standing behind her]
- King Vizimir of Redania: Dijkstra?
- Sigismund Dijkstra: Good afternoon, Your Highness.
- [Pours a second goblet and hands it to the male adviser]
- Sigismund Dijkstra: Drink it.
- [He looks nervous]
- Sigismund Dijkstra: Now.
- [the advisor takes a sip. It was clearly poisoned; he also collapses, dead]
- Sigismund Dijkstra: Apologies for the theatrics, Your Highness, but I just had to be sure.
- King Vizimir of Redania: [More annoyed than frightened] Fuckers. Do you know, I've known him since I was 12.
- Jaskier: Once upon a time, I would have used this opportunity to call you an empty, lonely, power hungry she-demon, but... I'm an artist, Yennefer. It's my job to put myself in other people's shoes. Even if they are, in your case, large, clunky, and, I don't know, probably full of snakes or something.
- Ciri: Geralt said you saved his life.
- Triss: He found himself in my kingdom a time ago. Helped me with a princess in trouble.
- Geralt of Rivia: Nastier than you, even.
- Jaskier: They come for the elves. They'll come for the dwarves. And sooner or later, they will come for everyone. Anyone that they deem the "other," so, eventually... no artist is safe.