Gabrielle: Could you please move? Youíre blocking my sunlight.
Man: Iíll gladly return the sun, for a price.
Gabrielle: Sunlight is free from the gods.
Diana: Tell me what to do to be a convincing Xena.
Gabrielle: Well, for starters, stop crying.
Diana: Why are you throwing those rags on the soil?
Gabrielle: Itís gonna be dark soon; I think we should get some sleep.
Diana: I could eat a whole pickled croesus on my own.
Gabrielle: Couldnít we all?
Gabrielle: Sheís so beautiful-- Look how her hair shines.
Xena: Well, they sure brush it enough.
Gabrielle: You had people waiting on you hand and foot, fulfilling your every whim.
Xena: Hey, thatís what youíre here for.