My favourite blend... is black tea infused with the still-warm blood of an adult male grizzly bear.

...I said that out loud, didn't I? ...Loudly.

Hogwash! You are MINE and mine alone, and I am SICK and tired of sharing you!

Shall we train together, Brady? ...Moms are tough. Haven’t you heard?

I suppose frankly airing one's thoughts and feelings can be a... liberating thing.

You usually cry after my lectures, not before them...

Look at me! Classier than ever!

My time would be far better spent enjoying Lissa's company.

Self-improvement should never be discouraged.

Oh, all right! I'm sorry for spilling the stupid tea and blah blah whatever.

I would like a nice, frilly dress. And if it’s not haute couture, I’ll make YOU wear it!

Has no one forewarned you of what happens when I lose my temper?!

Lesson one: Poise! A noblewoman never allows herself to become flustered.

I never back down once I've set my mind on something.

Who does he think he is, making me polish cutlery. I'm a LADY! I ought to polish that lance of his and cram it up his...

Wait... So when I told Chrom he was "a right bit'a fruit"...? You mean to tell me that was inappropriate?

Did they not teach the meaning of the word "truth" in wretched-crone school?!

I've been keeping track of men who may be getting too close to Lissa!

I am NOT hoipy toipy... Hatty totty... Oh, FINE. Just give me the dice.

Hee hee! Oh, Maribelle, you've still got the power to inflame men's passions...