Guard: Let me guess, someone stole your sweetroll.
Me: Mmmhh-mm (can't say more with my mouth full of the sweetroll I just snatched from your pocket).
Benor (after challenging me to a brawl and losing sorely): You've been a good friend to me. That means something.
Me: Errmm..you may wanna check out Haelga in Riften instead.
Guard: My cousin's out there fighting dragons, and what do I get? Guard post!
Me: (points at the sky where the roar of an approaching dragon comes from).
Seamstress of Radiant Reinments: If you're heading to Blue Palace, you might want to rethink your outfit.
Me: (wearing Radian Reinments', heading to Blue Palace indeed) Good idea. Honesty appreciated.
Farengar: Come to Dragonsreach to discuss the ongoing hostilities like the rest of the "great warriors"?
Me: No, I actually came to buy off all of your soul gems and make you rich, but I just changed my mind.
Farengar: You know, if you got the aptitude, you should join Mages College in Winterhold.
Me: (facepalm)
Nazeem: Do you go to the Clouds district often? Of course, not.
Me: Of course, not. We all know too well that it's impossible to buy a decent swetroll in this skeeverhole of a city, so I hang out at Blue Palace in Solitude instead.

