Xena: If Iím not back by nightfall, I want you to leave this place.
Gabrielle: I take it, this isnít going to be your typical, run-of-the-mill trip to an oracle.
Xena: You had faith, didnít you?
Gabrielle: Well, of course. Never a doubt. You always come through.
Xena: Gabrielle, what if, one day, I donít come through?
Gabrielle: Thatís not gonna happen.
Xena: But if it does, what would you do?
Gabrielle: I, Iíd become a travelling bard.
Gabrielle: Would you mind if I asked you a personal question?
Iolaus: I suppose not.
Gabrielle: Whatís it like to be friends with someone like Hercules? Do you find it a little intimidating? Do you know what I mean?
Iolaus: Well, Iím not sure.
Gabrielle: Well, isnít it hard to just stand around while heís doing all these heroic labors?
Iolaus: Well, I donít just stand around. Iím right there with him, fighting by his side.
Gabrielle: Maybe Iíll try that. You see, I have a friend whoís a little bit on the intimidating side.
Gabrielle: What about Hercules, hmm?
Xena: What about him?
Gabrielle: Youíre not much for girl-talk, are you? Of course, youíre not like most girls.
Gabrielle: Your father, Zeus-- the king of the gods, the maker of all creations?
Gabrielle: Huh-- Heís about as talkative as you are.
Gabrielle: Sheís really special, isnít she? Sometimes, I wonder what she sees in me.
Iolaus: I see it-- You have a pure heart. That is-- wonderful-- to be around.
Gabrielle: Once, a long, long time ago, all people had four legs and two heads. And then the gods threw down thunderbolts, and split everyone into two. Each half then had two legs and one head. But the separation left both sides with a desperate yearning to be reunited. Because they each shared the same soul. And ever since then, all people spend their lives searching for the other half of their soul.