This week's game quotes!

(The Bard goes to get the Rogue out of a scam she's running. They embrace.)
Bard: (whispered) Is there anything I need to know?
Rogue: Mom's dead.

(The Ranger's refrain for this session, as the Rogue names the cow after him.)
Ranger: We've got to get rid of this cow.

(The party considers the seasoning benefits of the average peasant)
Ranger: We could cook the pig over the bodies.
Bard: Hey, Grandma! Come here!
Priest: Well, she /does/ have a mesquite sort of quality...

(A rescued draft horse makes friends with the party's extremely patient ox.)
Rogue: Maybe Bill's (the ox) gay?
Bard: He says he likes them hung like horses.

(The Ranger balks at trying out his new speak to animals spell.)
Ranger: I don't WANT to talk to the ones we're going to eat!

(The party tries to figure out what to do with a very young Monk who interrupted their sleep.)
Bard: If we feed him, we'll never get rid of him.
Rogue: There's always ONE way.
Priest (cheerfully): Yeah, the Reavers are always hungry!