General Ogun: You will lead us to the Dagger of Way or you will be tortured.
Lord Spite: I like the sound of that- tortured. You rocks are worthless. You're paperweights and nobody likes paperweights. They're a gift nobody wants.
General Ogun: That is not how you torture a rock.
Lord Spite: How exactly do you torture a rock? (General Ogun takes the rocks and bashes them together) Impressive.
Quest: Rocks on a mission? What's next, a bucket of dirt?
Male Rock: Watch your tongue, my grandmother was dirt.
Prince Nestor: I don't get why the grass is so ticked off...
Gatling: Haven't you ever heard of crab-grass?
Graer: Ha ha. Good one, Gatling.
Quest: Hey! Why aren't you helping?
Graer: Ah, you know me. I'm an eater, not a fighter.
Prince Nestor: Okay, who's dumb idea was it to cut through the grass?
Quest and Gatling: Yours!
Prince Nestor: Right... well carry on.