Petracles: Oh, I donít know-- some people consider me the king of sweet-talk.
Gabrielle: Well-- hand over the crown, Ďcause you just met your match.
Petracles: When I was fifteen, I talked a warlord into giving me his army.
Gabrielle: I once talked a Cyclops out of his dinner. And I was the dinner.
Petracles: I talked Xena into marrying me.
Gabrielle: You can keep your crown.
Xena: I am asking you not to talk to him.
Gabrielle: And I am asking you to trust me.
Petracles: Yes, but I judged everything in terms of the battlefield. And the funny thing was-- when any battle was won, I lost interest in the spoils.
Gabrielle: It must have been an empty experience.
Gabrielle: Purpose? Why, to pay homage to the Mother of the Earth, the goddess of the farm, Demeter. You see-- we are from your sister temple, in Nonamia.
Man:I know of no temple in Nonamia-- Iíve never even heard of the land.
Gabrielle: Itís across the waters-- big waters-- huge waters!
Thersites: You know what my first godlike actís going to be?
Gabrielle: Cure world hunger?