The Witcher Best Quotes on Netflix (Seasons 1-3)

Stregobor: Destiny has many faces, Witcher. Mine, for example, is beautiful on the outside, but hideous on the inside. She has stretched her bloody talons towards me.
Geralt of Rivia: Wizards are all the same. You talk nonsense while making wise and meaningful faces. Speak normally.

Geralt of Rivia: [to Stregobor] Doesn’t rhyme. All good predictions rhyme.

Stregobor: Kill her. I’ll pay you anything.
Geralt of Rivia: I kill monsters.
Stregobor: The kikimora kills because it’s hungry, Renfri kills for pleasure. She is a monster. She is the last of Lilit’s women. And she possesses the power to destroy us all.
Geralt of Rivia: I don’t believe anyone has that power.

Stregobor: Killing Renfri is the lesser evil.
Geralt of Rivia: Evil is evil, Stregobor. Lesser. Greater. Middling. It’s all the same. I’m not judging you. I haven’t only done good in my life either. But now, if I have to choose between one evil and another, then I prefer not to choose at all.

Ciri: You won your first battle in Hochebuz when you were my age. I’ve heard the ballad.
Eist: Pretty ballads hide b****rd truths.
Ciri: It’s a catchy song.

Queen Calanthe: [to Ciri] If we must do this now, here is your first lesson. As in life, it is impossible always to be fully prepared for battle. Keep your sword close, and keep moving.

Geralt of Rivia: You want me to kill Stregobor for you.
Renfri: It’s the lesser evil.
Geralt of Rivia: So I keep getting told.

Renfri: People call you a monster too.
Geralt of Rivia: A mutant.
Renfri: What if they come after you? Attack you?
Geralt of Rivia: They have.
Renfri: Why not kill them?
Geralt of Rivia: Because then I am what they say I am.

Mousesack: Many, many years ago, sorcerers were known to lock little girls in towers. I’m beginning to understand why.
Ciri: You know cautionary tales don’t work on me.
Mousesack: The girls were said to be cursed. They were said to announce the end of the human race.
Ciri: Ooh.
Mousesack: So they were systematically killed. The end.

Mousesack: [referring to Calanthe] You will be alright, Princess. You are her blood. And the apple never falls far from the tree.

Ciri: Are you dying?
Queen Calanthe: My sweet child, when I go, it will be far more dramatic than this.

Geralt of Rivia: You know what Vesemir would say. “Witchers shouldn’t play at being white knights. We shouldn’t try and uphold the law. We don’t show off. We get paid in coin.” And he’s right.

Geralt of Rivia: [referring to the first monster he killed] It took two strikes to kill him. They weren’t clean. But they were spectacular.

Renfri: Who were you talking to?
Geralt of Rivia: I talk to my horse.
Renfri: That’s sad.
Geralt of Rivia: Is it?

Renfri: Tell me, Witcher. You don’t believe in destiny, or the lesser evil. What do you believe in?
Geralt of Rivia: You mean, who do I believe. I don’t pick sides.
Renfri: You just kill monsters.

Queen Calanthe: [to Ciri] Lesson number two. Know when it’s time to stop moving.

Queen Calanthe: In the face of the inevitable, Cirilla, good leaders should always choose mercy. In the future, you will be wise to do the same.

Queen Calanthe: Go. The world depends on it.
Ciri: I love you.
Queen Calanthe: Find Geralt of Rivia. He is your destiny.

Renfri: You were in the market. Covered in blood. You say you can’t choose, but you had to. And you’ll never know if you were right. Your reward will be a stoning. And you will run. You will try to outrun the girl in the woods, but you cannot. She is your destiny.

Renfri’s Man #1: You have to choose the lesser evil.
Renfri’s Man #2: It’s an ultimatum. Get it?
Geralt of Rivia: F***.

Renfri: Magic doesn’t work on me. Silver does though.
Geralt of Rivia: Silver is for monsters.

Renfri: [to Geralt] They created me just as they created you. We’re not so different.

Renfri: [after Geralt mortally wounds her] The girl in the woods will be with you always. She is your destiny.

Stregobor: [to Geralt] You made a choice. And you’ll never know if it was the right one.

Jaskier: Need a hand? I’ve got two. One for each of the devil’s horns.
Geralt of Rivia: Go away.

Jaskier: Look, I heard your note, and, yes, you’re right. Maybe real adventures would make better stories. And you, sir, smell chock-full of them. Amongst other things. I mean, what is that? Is that onion? It doesn’t matter. Whatever it is, you smell of death and destiny. Heroics and heartbreak.
Geralt of Rivia: It’s onion.

Yennefer: You should’ve let me die. At least I had control over that.
Tissaia: Oh, that’s adorable, piglet. You weren’t taking control. You were losing it.

Tissaia: I sense your terror. And you are right to be afraid. Chaos is the most dangerous thing in this world. It is all around us all the time. Volatile and powerful.

Tissaia: Magic is organizing chaos. And while oceans of mystery remain, we have deduced that this requires two things. Balance and control. Without them, chaos will kill you.

Tissaia: There is no conjuring something from nothing. There is a give and a take.

Tissaia: Sometimes a flower is just a flower, and the best thing it can do for us is to die.

Jaskier: You know, the elves called this Dol Blathanna before bequeathing it to the humans and retreating into their golden palaces in the mountains. There I go again, just delivering exposition.

Jaskier: What are we looking for again?
Geralt of Rivia: Blessed silence.
Jaskier: Yeah, I don’t really go in for that.

Geralt of Rivia: Sometimes there’s monsters. Sometimes there’s money. Rarely both. That’s the life. S**t!
Jaskier: [as a rock is shot at them] Act Two begins!

Geralt of Rivia: What happened with you? Your mother f*** a goat?
Torque: I am Torque the Sylvan, a rare and intelligent creature!
Geralt of Rivia: You’re a d**k. With balls.
Torque: Balls I got from humans, who left our food filled with iron meant to poison me! Did your mother f*** a snowman?
Geralt of Rivia: You are intelligent, I’ll give you that.

Tissaia: [to Yennefer] You take weeks to lift your stone. You can’t bend water. You struggle to perform the simplest physical tasks. And now you lie to me? Your worst fear makes such sense. Even if you were a beauty, still, no one would love you.

Tissaia: This trial tests your ability to control the ultimate expression of chaos. Catch lightning in a bottle.
Anica: That’s impossible.
Tissaia: No, it’s magic.

Tissaia: There are mages like Sabrina who ignore their emotions. And then there are mages like us who are consumed by them.
Yennefer: Like us?
Tissaia: Your first night here at Aretuza, you tried to kill yourself. And tonight, you almost killed someone else. It is your job to control chaos, not become it.

Tissaia: But if I send you to advise a king, and your precious little feelings get hurt when he won’t listen, and you submit to chaos, he dies, his people turn on us. Whose fault would that be?
Yennefer: Mine.
Tissaia: No. Mine for letting you ascend.

Tissaia: [to Yennefer] You lie. You keep secrets. You succumb to emotion, to weakness. Do you actually have what it takes?

Jaskier: This is the part where we escape.
Geralt of Rivia: This is the part where they kill us.
Jaskier: Who’s they?

Toruviel: Do you want to die right now?
Geralt of Rivia: As opposed to later?

Geralt of Rivia: The lesser evil. No matter what you choose, you’ll come out bloody and hating yourself. Trust me.
Filavandrel: That’s the problem. I can’t.

Filavandrel: Even chaos is polluted. Synthetically enhanced so humans can make magic.
Geralt of Rivia: Chaos is the same as it’s always been. Humans just adapted better.
Filavandrel: You say adapt, and I say destroy.
Geralt of Rivia: You are choosing to starve. You’re cutting off your ear to spite your face.

Geralt of Rivia: Then go somewhere else. Rebuild. Get strong again. Show the humans that you are more than what they fear you to be.
Filavandrel: Like you, Witcher?
Geralt of Rivia: I have learned to live with them. So that I may live.

Geralt of Rivia: If you must kill me, I am ready. But the Sylvan’s right. Don’t call me human.

Yennefer: [to Istredd] My worst fear is true. I’m still not enough. Even for you.

Istredd: When humans and monsters all arrived after the Conjunction of the Spheres, elven mages taught the first humans how to turn chaos into magic. And then the humans slaughtered them, so they could pretend the power had always belonged to them.

Istredd: Rewriting history with the stories we tell, the songs we sing about our own triumphs, it’s what we do. But I want to honor them.

Geralt of Rivia: [referring to Jaskier’s song] That’s not how it happened. Where’s your newfound respect?
Jaskier: Respect doesn’t make history.
[continues singing Toss A Coin To Your Witcher]

Yennefer: Fringilla and the others see their ideal selves so clearly. They know exactly what they want for their enchantments.
Istredd: Stop worrying so much.
Yennefer: Easy for a Ban Ard boy. You dolts needn’t change a single wrinkle before heading to court.

Istredd: What do you want?
Yennefer: Remember that scared girl who tumbled at your feet in this cave, totally unaware of her power? I want to go back home to Aedirn and never be her again.

Giltine: [to Yennefer] Let me be candid. You are a first draft of what nature intended, yes? Lucky for you, I’m the final artist. Every girl I enchant leaves Aretuza a living work of art. Hmm? No matter how challenging the clay.

Tissaia: There is not a person alive that does not look into the mirror and see some deformity. Except for us. We remake ourselves on our terms. The world has no say in it.

Tissaia: [to Yennefer] You can free the victim in the mirror forever.

Tissaia: Imagine the most powerful woman in the world. Her hair, the color of her eyes, yes, but also the strength of her posture. The poise of her entire being. Do you see her?
Yennefer: Yes.
Tissaia: Open your eyes. She is stunning.

Geralt of Rivia: Who’s the princess’s father?
King Foltest: My men will kill you, Witcher.
Geralt of Rivia: It’s funny. You learn that your sister was murdered, and you didn’t even flinch. But the moment I mention the girl’s father.

King Foltest: I remember hearing stories about witchers when I was a child. Is it true what they say? That the mutations that grant you your abilities also erase your emotions? Must be. Because only a man devoid of all heart could accuse a brother of bedding his murdered sister, while urging him to kill her.

Yennefer: [finding out she’s been assigned to Nilfgaard] There’s no power in puppeting fools! Especially one who’d sooner fondle his sorceress than listen to her!

Triss: Foltest and Adda. What happened to them? Not answering questions is a pillar of your brooding charm.
Geralt of Rivia: Pretty sure Foltest is the father.

Istredd: We can travel the continent together. We can be together. We can forge a whole new destiny.
Yennefer: A life holding dustpans while you brush off forgotten bones? That’s not destiny. It’s slow suicide.
Istredd: You don’t mean that.
Yennefer: Would it frighten you to know you’re not privy to every one of my thoughts?

Istredd: You really think I wish to waste my days gossiping at court? That’s your fetish, not mine.
Yennefer: A true man would state his desires.
Istredd: Well, how would I recognize them? You get off on disguising yours as my own. Oh. Stregobor was right. That’s exactly why you’re here, exactly what she taught you. Everyone’s a pawn.

Yennefer: I will not be schooled by a man who pimps the world as some romantic adventure. My world is cruel. Unpredictable. You enter, you survive, you die.
Istredd: You know, victimhood is not your color.
Yennefer: Nor heroism yours.

Istredd: You’re just angry because you lost your chance to be beautiful!
Yennefer: I want to be powerful.
Istredd: Seen and adored with everyone watching.
Yennefer: It is what I’m owed.
Istredd: No amount of power or beauty will ever make you feel worthy of either.

Geralt of Rivia: This isn’t my first time trying to save a princess who others see as a monster.
King Foltest: What happened to that princess?
Geralt of Rivia: I killed her.

King Foltest: [to Geralt] I did try to resist, at first, with Adda. We both did. For all it brightens, love casts long shadows. I envy you. To live, and never have to fall in love.

Lord Ostrit: I’ve done what you’ve asked. What more can I do?
Geralt of Rivia: Nothing, unless you can keep a striga out of her crypt until a f***ing rooster crows three times!

Giltine: [to Yennefer] There is a cost to all creation. A sacrifice that is always made. To be reborn, you will bear no more.

Lord Ostrit: You’d leave a man bound to die in such indignity?!
Geralt of Rivia: You’re not a man.

Triss: [to Geralt] Your will to live is strong.

Triss: So that’s all life is to you? Monsters and money?
Geralt of Rivia: It’s all it needs to be.
Triss: You say this is all life is to you, but there is a vortex of fate around all of us, Geralt, growing with each and every one of our choices, drawing our destinies in closer. I feel something out there waits for you. Something more.

Jaskier: Come on, you must want something for yourself, once all this monster hunting nonsense is over with.
Geralt of Rivia: I want nothing.
Jaskier: Well, who knows? Maybe someone out there will want you.
Geralt of Rivia: I need no one. And the last thing I want is someone needing me.
Jaskier: And yet, here we are.

Jaskier: Right, so stick close to me, look mean ,and pretend you’re a mute. Can’t have anyone finding out who you are.
Mousesack: Geralt of Rivia, the mighty Witcher!
Jaskier: Oh, s**t.
Mousesack: I haven’t seen you since the plague.

Mousesack: [to Geralt] Why are you dressed like a sad silk trader?
Jaskier: [Geralt gives him an evil look] What?

Seething Lord: Something about you reminds me of a scoundrel I once saw fleeing my wife’s chambers! Drop your trousers.
Jaskier: What?
Seething Lord: I didn’t get a proper look at the little s**t’s face. But that pimply a**, I’d remember anywhere.

Jaskier: First of all, you hog all the fanfare, then you go and ruin my courtly reputation.
Geralt of Rivia: I saved your life. You’re on your own from here on. Try not to get any daggers in your back before dawn.

Geralt of Rivia: There was no slaying. I had my a** kicked by a ragged band of elves. I was about to have my throat cut, when Filavandrel let me go.

Geralt of Rivia: At least when Filavandrel’s blade kissed my throat, I didn’t s**t myself. Which is all I can hope for you, good lords. At your final breath, a s**tless death. But I doubt it.

Queen Calanthe: Any man willing to paint himself in the shadow of his failures will make for far more interesting conversation this night.

Dara: I would do anything to forget who I was.
Ciri: I can’t. I have to find my destiny.
Dara: Why? Because your grandmother said you should? Maybe you should start thinking for yourself. Because she is dead. And you are here.

Yennefer: I love that I traded everything to get my seat at court. I love that I believed that it would all be worth it, that this would be my legacy. The greatest mage to have ever graced a court. And I really, really love that instead, I’ve gotten to spend the last three decades cleaning up stupid political messes. Glorified royal a** wiper.

Geralt of Rivia: Something tells me this isn’t the first time you’ve navigated the vagaries of male tradition. In fact, I’d wager you thrive on it.
Queen Calanthe: Spoken as one who has navigated his own share of fools.

Queen Calanthe: Tell me, Witcher, why are there so few of you left?
Geralt of Rivia: It is no longer possible to create more of us, since the sacking of Kaer Morhen.

Geralt of Rivia: Tell me, Your Majesty, why do you risk your life on the battlefield when you can rest on your throne?
Queen Calanthe: Because there is a simplicity in killing monsters, is there not? Seems we are quite the pair, Geralt of Rivia.

Urcheon: I was cursed as a young boy. My whole life a living misery until the day that I saved your husband, King Roegner, from a certain death. By tradition, I chose the Law of Surprise as payment. Whatever windfall he came home to find would be mine.
Queen Calanthe: Oh, the stupid b****rd. Better you had let him die!
Geralt of Rivia: You knew he’d come, and you pushed me to kill him.

Eist: Who are we to challenge destiny? Life was saved, debt must be paid, or the whole order of the world falls apart.
Mousesack: Honor destiny’s wish, or unleash its wrath upon us.
Queen Calanthe: There is no us! I bow to no law made by men who never bore a child!

Geralt of Rivia: I’ve seen mothers lash themselves raw over the death of a child, believing they crossed destiny, ignoring the stench of the fifty other children in the plague cart outside. Destiny helps people believe there’s an order to this horses**t. There isn’t. But a promise made must be honored. As true for a commoner, as it is for a queen.

Queen Calanthe: I thought your grandmother’s gift had skipped you, as it did me. It seems I was wrong. About so many things. Destiny has spoken! And I have listened. The Law of Surprise will be honored. Pavetta will marry Lord Urcheon.

Yennefer: I’m sorry you didn’t have a life. But if truth be told, you’re not missing much. I know it’s easy for me to say with warm breath in my lungs, and you with nothing. Still, what would you have had? Parents? Well, they’re the ones who wrote your last act, so not much lost there. Friends? Most likely fair weather. Lovers? Fun for a bit, I’ll admit, but all eventually disappoint. And let’s face it, you’re a girl.

Yennefer: Your mother was right about one thing. We’re just vessels. And even when we’re told we’re special, as I was, as you would’ve been, we’re still just vessels, for them to take, and take, until we’re empty and alone. So, count yourself lucky. You’ve cheated the game and won without even knowing it.

Queen Calanthe: [after Geralt has claimed the Law of Surprise] No! What have you done, Witcher?
Geralt of Rivia: Fear not, Your Majesty, if I am seen in your kingdom again, it’ll be to kill a real monster, not lay claim to a crop or a new pup. Destiny can go f…
Queen Calanthe: [just then Pavetta vomits] Pavetta? Are you…
Geralt of Rivia: [everyone looks at Geralt] F***.

Mousesack: You’re bound to this now, Geralt. Whether you like it or not.
Geralt of Rivia: I’m not for changing. You know me better than that.
Mousesack: Yes, I do. But you can’t outrun destiny just because you’re terrified of it. It’s coming, Geralt. Not believing won’t change that.
Geralt of Rivia: Bulls**t.

Mousesack: But the bond that will come into being between you and this child, when it is born, will be extraordinary. If you dismiss it, leave without claiming this child surprise, you will surely unleash true calamity upon us all.
Geralt of Rivia: I’ll take that chance.

Geralt of Rivia: [to Mousesack] Mind yourself. True words are rare birds in courts like this. Watch for daggers in your back. Or, more likely, poison. Be careful, old friend.

Voice: [to Ciri] What are you, child?

Jaskier: [to Geralt] What’s it been, months? Years? What is time, anyway? I heard you were in town. Are you following me, you scamp? I mean, I’m flattered and everything, but you should really think about getting a hobby one of these days.

Geralt of Rivia: I’m not fishing. I can’t sleep.
Jaskier: Right. Good. Well, that makes sense. Insomuch that it sort of doesn’t.

Geralt of Rivia: [referring to the djinn] It’ll grant me wishes. It’s in this lake somewhere! And I can’t f***ing sleep!

Jaskier: I don’t mean to play priest’s ear, or anything, but has it occurred to you that maybe we’re merely rubbing salve on a tumor? Not exactly addressing the root cause of the problem? Hm? I mean, maybe, just maybe, this whole sleeplessness-ness has got something to do with what the druid Mousesack said to you in Cintra? You know, the Law of Surprise? Destiny? Being unable to escape the child that belongs to you, et cetera, et cetera?
Geralt of Rivia: No! It’s not that.
Jaskier: Yeah, you’re probably right. But what if you’re not?

Jaskier: You know, the Countess de Stael once said to me that destiny is just the embodiment of the soul’s desire to grow.

Jaskier: We are so having this conversation. Come on, Geralt. Tell me. Be honest. How’s my singing?
Geralt of Rivia: It’s like ordering a pie and finding it has no filling.

Geralt of Rivia: There are only three wishes.
Jaskier: Oh, come on. You always say you want nothing from life. So how was I to know you wanted three wishes all to yourself?
Geralt of Rivia: I just want some damn peace!

Chireadan: A djinn in a bottle? It’s like a fairy tale.
Geralt of Rivia: Without the happy ending.

Tissaia: You like pain. We get it.
Yennefer: I inflict pain.
Tissaia: My dear, you still think there’s a difference.

Tissaia: [to Yennefer] You’re looking for something. You’re wasting your time. The so-called mages you’re enlisting will not help you with your problem. And if you’re not careful, you will become just like them, irrelevant. You are pure chaos right now. You want a cure, and it’s making you sloppy.

Tissaia: You knew the cost of enchantment.
Yennefer: But I didn’t know what it would mean to me.
Tissaia: What does it mean to you? Why? Why do you want a baby?

Yennefer: Am I hearing this right? The great Tissaia wants my help? What’s the matter? Have you lost your touch?
Tissaia: Only you can be thrown a lifeline and think that you are saving me.
Yennefer: You’re afraid I’ll be everything you could never be without you. Which is the rub. You only want me to do well so long as you had your hand in it.

Tissaia: How did we get this way? I gave you all I could give. What more do you want?
Yennefer: Everything.

Geralt of Rivia: I brought you apple juice.
Yennefer: And quite a bit more.

Yennefer: Your heartbeat, it’s extraordinarily slow. You’re a mutant.
Geralt of Rivia: A witcher. Geralt of Rivia.
Yennefer: The famous White Wolf. I thought you’d have fangs, or horns, or something.
Geralt of Rivia: I had them filed down.

Geralt of Rivia: Please, Jaskier here needs immediate attention. And then, if you’d like, I’ll indulge your curiosity all night long.
Yennefer: It won’t take all night. But I’m sure we can find a way to fill the time.

Geralt of Rivia:  [referring to the clothes] How did you… Oh, right. Magic. And I hardly think bathing in this house is going to leave me any cleaner.
Yennefer: I insist. I can not only guess the age and breed of your horse, but also its color by the smell.

Yennefer: Fishing for a djinn seems an extreme measure to remedy sleeplessness.
Geralt of Rivia: When extreme measures seem reasonable, yes, I’m desperate.
Yennefer: And yet you didn’t ask me to help with that.
Geralt of Rivia: Looming death kind of jumped the queue. Now I’m wondering if I can afford you. Have I accidentally agreed to indentured servitude?

Geralt of Rivia: [referring to his scars] Go ahead, ask about them. Everyone does.
Yennefer: Everyone else is boring.

Yennefer: Nobody smart plays fair.

Yennefer: Tell me, are all witchers similarly blessed? Come now, you promised.
Geralt of Rivia: I haven’t conducted a survey, but I’d hardly say we’re blessed.

Yennefer: You were created by magic. Our magic.
Geralt of Rivia: Thank you. Made for a magical childhood.
Yennefer: Happy childhoods make for dull company.
Geralt of Rivia: Judging by your wrists, and your wits, your childhood was very happy. But Aretuza fixed you up nicely. What was your ailment before? Clubbed foot? Split ends?

Yennefer: Tell me, are there women who find this coarseness charming? Maybe some place where they find your coin very charming indeed.
Geralt of Rivia: You seem to find coin pretty charming yourself.

Yennefer: Do you doubt my capabilities?
Geralt of Rivia: No. Just your intentions.

Geralt of Rivia: I said some things to him. He’s a…
Yennefer: A friend?
Geralt of Rivia: I’d like it not to be the last thing he remembers.

Yennefer: He won’t remember much if he’s dead. It’s a joke. He will survive. And recover his vocal talents. Does that satisfy you?
Geralt of Rivia: Not in the slightest. But don’t reproach yourself for it, Yennefer. I’m not easily satisfied.

Yennefer: Sorry I couldn’t be direct, I knew you’d fight it. And I do love a good old-fashioned trap.
Geralt of Rivia: A good old-fashioned nap.

Chireadan: [as Geralt wakes up in a jail cell] She had you enact revenge on her behalf. I tried to stop you, but the guards assumed I was there to abet. The sentence will be passed by the very council members you attacked. It is sure to be death.
Geralt of Rivia: I suppose that’s one way of getting some rest.

Chireadan: [to Geralt] Why on earth would you enlist the mage’s help after my warning? It’s as though you thought the scorpion were prettier than a spider because of its lovely tail.

Geralt of Rivia: [referring to Yennefer] You’re under her spell, aren’t you?
Chireadan: I wish I was, but, no. It’s a simple issue of body chemistry.
Geralt of Rivia: You’re in love with her?
Chireadan: And I think perhaps you may understand me.

Jaskier: Definitely did not butter that biscuit. Look, I am so sorry, but I’ve just remembered I left my cat on the stove. I really must be going.

Yennefer: How’s your throat? Perhaps you should try some scales.
Jaskier: [Yennefer grabs his crotch] Toss a coin to your witcher. O, Valley of p**is. Oh, God.
Yennefer: If you want to keep all you have, make a damn wish.

Giant Bald Guard: Last words, Witcher. Make them good.
Geralt of Rivia: I want you to burst, you son of a whore!
Chireadan: [as the guard’s head suddenly bursts] You are the one with the wishes.

Geralt of Rivia: Jaskier, you’re okay.
Jaskier: Well, I’m glad to hear that you give a monkey’s about it.
Geralt of Rivia: Let’s not jump to conclusions.

Jaskier: Well, I was having a rather lovely dream, which then turned into a nightmare. There were naked women in both parts. The first one was loving, tender, very generous. The second, significantly more terrifying.
Geralt of Rivia: Tell me about the second one.
Jaskier: Well, black hair, devilish eyes, was painting an amphora on her abdomen. You know, the usual.

Jaskier: Do not tell me that this is finally the moment you’ve decided to actually care about someone other than yourself? Leave the very sexy but insane witch to her inevitable demise!
Geralt of Rivia: She saved your life, Jaskier. I can’t let her die.

Yennefer: You’re free. No longer under my spell.
Geralt of Rivia: And yet, here I am.

Geralt of Rivia: Damn it, Yennefer! Tell me what you want!
Yennefer: I want everything!

Yennefer: Make your wish! You can have anything you want! You could choose not to be a witcher. What do you desire? Immortality? Riches? Fame? Power?
Geralt of Rivia: [whispers] I wish…

Geralt of Rivia: When did you last feel happy when you felt trapped? And if you were going to portal us to safety, you could’ve taken us out of this s**t town!
Yennefer: A fine critique if you could make a portal yourself. And it wasn’t a s**t town, it was a fine town until you came along. I had a plan!
Geralt of Rivia: And that was going swimmingly!
Yennefer: It was. Like a drowning fish.
[they start kissing]

Yennefer: [to Geralt] I was right about you. You do know something of pleasure. Fleeting, but highly effective, I’ll admit.

Yennefer: What did you wish for? Tell me. Geralt?
[looks over to see Geralt asleep]

Dryad General: [to Ciri] The burden of power can be painful. Be vigilant. Always ask the right questions. Your destiny is in your own hands and no one else’s.

Jaskier: Charming how everyone wants to get their hands on Roach these days, isn’t it?
Geralt of Rivia: He means we won’t make it out alive.
Jaskier: Wait, what? No one mentioned anything about impending death.

Yennefer: How is it that I’ve walked this earth for decades without coming across a witcher, and then the first one I meet, I can’t get rid of?
Jaskier: I’d say something strange was afoot. But then again, witchers are bound to bump into monsters eventually.

Yennefer: The crow’s feet are new.
Jaskier: Yeah, well, your jokes are old.

Borch Three Jackdaws: You worry if you blink, you’ll never see her again. You’re in love with her.
Geralt of Rivia: Or the danger here isn’t the dragon.
Borch Three Jackdaws: That’s why I brought you along, Geralt of Rivia. Nothing scares you.
Geralt of Rivia: Huh. Then you don’t know Yennefer of Vengerberg.
Borch Three Jackdaws: May she be the worst encounter then.

Borch Three Jackdaws: When your species is on the verge of collapse, perhaps everything becomes more desperate.

Boholt: How would you like to serve me tonight, Witch?
Geralt of Rivia: Careful, Boholt.
Boholt: So the Witcher wants to play knight too, hmm?
Geralt of Rivia: No. She’s plenty able of murdering you herself.

Eyck of Denesle: Lady Yennefer, may I escort you to your tent?
Yennefer: Will you be joining me?
Eyck of Denesle: My lady, I would never degrade your honor in such a way.
Jaskier: I hate to break it to you, but that ship has sailed, wrecked, and sunk to the bottom of the ocean.

Geralt of Rivia: Gold dragons are a myth. For a gold dragon to exist, it would have to be the result of an accidental, unique mutation. And in my experience, mutations, they’re intentional. But it doesn’t matter. Mutant or myth, gold dragons met the same fate as anything too different to endure. They died out.
Borch Three Jackdaws: There are other ways of enduring.

Borch Three Jackdaws: If it’s legacy you’re after, perhaps you should take the overgrown c**k hair’s advice and become a knight. Sir Witcher, the White-Haired of Rivia. You’d make a rather s**tty one, refusing to slay dragons. But probably not as s**tty a one as Sir Eyck of Denesle!

Jaskier: Who slits a man’s throat while he’s relieving his bowels? Is nothing sacred anymore?

Geralt of Rivia: And seriously? You, a mother?
Yennefer: Do you think I’d make a bad one?
Geralt of Rivia: Definitely.

Geralt of Rivia: A child? What could you possibly want with a child?
Yennefer: They took my choice. I want it back! Not that I’d expect you to understand.
Geralt of Rivia: I didn’t choose to become a witcher.

Geralt of Rivia: Listen, the people who made us, they made us sterile for a lot of reasons. One of the kinder ones is because this lifestyle isn’t suited to a child. What? You were going to summon chaos on kings orders in between feeding and naps?
Yennefer: Do not patronize me!
Geralt of Rivia: I’m not.

Geralt of Rivia: I’ve thought about this. Often. And I’d rather use my Child Surprise as bruxa bait than subject it to this life!
Yennefer: What did you just say?
Geralt of Rivia: Ah, f***!

Yennefer: You have a Child Surprise? Isn’t that rich? You lecture me on made-up cures for having a child, meanwhile you cheat with destiny to steal one.
Geralt of Rivia: Every time I’m near you, I say more in five minutes than I’ve said in weeks. And I always regret it.

Yennefer: I can take care of myself.
Geralt of Rivia: You don’t always have to.

Jaskier: Yeah, you’re right, this is a shortcut. To death.

Borch Three Jackdaws: Sir Witcher, you will save us yet. But first, you must let go.

Jaskier: Life is too short. Do what pleases you, while you can.
Geralt of Rivia: Composing your next song?
Jaskier: No, I’m just trying to work out what pleases me.

Geralt of Rivia: I came for you.
Yennefer: I was afraid that mountain would take you from me, but now I fear it took your senses instead.
Geralt of Rivia: Only my nonsense.
Yennefer: I quite like your nonsense.

Geralt of Rivia: Hm. That scent. The moment I dread most every time you leave is when it fades. When you’re really gone.
Yennefer: You left first. In Rinde. I woke up in that destroyed house, and you were gone.
Geralt of Rivia: Forgive me.

Yennefer: Do you hurt? I don’t mean physical pain. They say witchers can’t feel human emotion.
Geralt of Rivia: They say whatever justifies despising our kind.

Yennefer: Do you regret it? Becoming a witcher?
Geralt of Rivia: It’s hard to regret something you didn’t choose.

Geralt of Rivia: Did you always want to become a mother?
Yennefer: I dreamed of becoming important to someone. Someday.

Geralt of Rivia: [to Yennefer] Before we met, the days were calm, and the nights were restless. But now, you’re important to me.

Cahir: It was never my intentionto torment you, Princess. All I want, all I’ve ever wanted is to help you fulfill your destiny. The White Flame has brought us together. You are the key to everything, Cirilla.

Yennefer: [referring to the dead dragon] She was protecting her baby.
Téa: And then we heard about the King’s hunt, realized we had to keep our enemies close.
Borch Three Jackdaws: [in his gold dragon form] So I came to find you, the white-haired witcher, the knight who was taught to save dragons instead of kill them.

Dara: If I stay with you any longer, I’ll be dead too. And you say you’re so special. What you really mean is that you’re just like Calanthe! You bring terror, and you bring death wherever you are!
Ciri: I’m doing the best that I can. I’m done apologizing. I’m done with all of this. I have to move on.
Dara: You’re right, Princess. Find a new family, because I can’t be there for you anymore.

Borch Three Jackdaws: This is my final first. A child. This treasure, this legacy must endure. There is no other reason to go on. Thank you for protecting it. And thank you, Yennefer of Vengerberg. I can see why Geralt didn’t want to lose you.
Yennefer: What does that mean?

Yennefer: [referring to Geralt’s wish to the djinn] That’s why we can’t escape each other. Why I feel this way inside.
Geralt of Rivia: No.
Yennefer: It’s not because of anything real, or true. You made a wish. It’s magic.
Geralt of Rivia: It’s real, Yen.
Yennefer: How could we ever know?

Geralt of Rivia: A child is no way to boost your fragile ego, Yen.
Yennefer: I’ll take advice from you about children as soon as you take responsibility for the one you bound to you and then abandoned!

Borch Three Jackdaws: I’m going to save you both a lot of hurt with a little pain now. The sorceress will never regain her womb. And though you didn’t want to lose her, Geralt, you will.
Yennefer: He already has.

Geralt of Rivia: [as Yennefer leaves] You wanted to show me what I was missing, there she goes.
Borch Three Jackdaws: What you’re missing is still out there. Your legacy. Your destiny. I know it. And you know it.

Geralt of Rivia: Why is it whenever I find myself in a pile of s**t these days, it’s you, shoveling it?
Jaskier: Well, that’s not fair.
Geralt of Rivia: The Child Surprise, the djinn, all of it! If life could give me one blessing, it would be to take you off my hands.
Jaskier: Right. Right, then. I’ll go get the rest of the story from the others. See you around, Geralt.

Cahir: The time of the sword and the ax is nigh.

Geralt of Rivia: [to Calanthe] Call it destiny, security, what larger forces at work, I don’t care. I will take her, protect her, and bring her back unharmed, I promise you that.

Geralt of Rivia: First, you try to kill me, then you lie to me. I’m just trying to keep Cirilla safe.
Queen Calanthe: Ciri is safe, with me, until the day she takes over my throne.

Geralt of Rivia: Listen to me.
Queen Calanthe: I did listen once. Let a hedgehog into my court. It got me Pavetta dead. I won’t lose Ciri too. So you and destiny can both f*** right off.

Geralt of Rivia: A dynasty can’t survive on arrogance alone.
Queen Calanthe: Says a witcher. She needs family. You know nothing about that. Your own mother cared so little, she discarded you.

Geralt of Rivia: You lecture me on a mother’s love yet offer up someone else’s daughter.
Queen Calanthe: Queen to all of Cintra, grandmother to one. I won’t orphan that girl.
Geralt of Rivia: You’re sentencing her to death!

Istredd: [as Yeneffer drinks some ale] Wow. That’s a face. You hate it that much?
Yennefer: Only because I have taste buds.

Istredd: I mean, look at you. You could have anyone.
Yennefer: I have. And it was fun to be wanted. The object of desire. After where I came from, I lapped it up. But they all loved the power that came with my position at court. Not my power.
Istredd: And no one’s ever seen that but me?

Istredd: [to Yennefer] You know, I spent years waiting for this moment where you realized we’re meant for each other. You know, coming up with excuses to study at Aedirn. Henges, dead languages, anything to get closer to you again, and every request I made was denied. You shut them all down.

Istredd: [to Yennefer] You went after the thing you loved. So you chose power. At least you kept your eyes.

Istredd: [referring to Tissaia] You said she asked for me.
Vilgefortz: No. I told you that she said you were her best student. I’m the one that wants you here.
Yennefer: It took five minutes for the lies to start. Why did I expect anything else from a place held together by bulls**t?

Yennefer: A word of advice. Think for yourselves. It’ll save you a lifetime of heartbreak.

Yennefer: The ability to create life, real life, they take that from you. And then send you out, so the only family, the only loyalty you have, is to them. And you’ll trade it all for what? Looks that never change. A court full of idiots. But you don’t have to do it.

Yennefer: I don’t care what you do, but remember this. Even if you do everything right, follow their rules, that’s still no guarantee you’ll get what you want.

Tissaia: Sometimes, you have to compromise in order to survive.
Yennefer: You say I never took responsibility for the way my life turned out. What about you?

Vilgefortz: Nilfgaard won’t be satisfied until they have the whole Continent.
Artorius: And how do you know this?
Vilgefortz: Because that’s the same lie I would tell.

Vilgefortz: I’m the only one here that’s led soldiers into battle.
Stregobor: Oh, yes. And don’t we know it? You wear your silly costume every chance you get. All those years swinging his sword around were years he wasn’t serving as a mage.
Tissaia: Or killing babies born at an eclipse.

Fringilla: There is no such thing as dark or light magic. Nothing in this world is as simple as that.

Tissaia: [to Yennefer] I know you hate this place, but there are girls who need it. Those who have only ever known chaos until we teach them control. You were right, in Rinde. Aretuza is all I have.

Tissaia: You should join us.
Yennefer: Did you hear a word I just said? Why would I protect this?
Tissaia: If you will not do it for the Brotherhood, then do it for me. Please.
Yennefer: Have you ever used that word before?

Queen Calanthe: The Witcher, I couldn’t let him go. I know what I’ve done. He’s in the gate keep.
Mousesack: If I can bring him here, to Ciri, destiny may yet side with us.

Mousesack: [referring to Geralt] Your Majesty, he’s gone. Looks like he’s escaped.
Queen Calanthe: If he is out there, then there is still hope for her.

Ciri: I should’ve traded that ring for food. You’re right, Clop. Or are you Clip? Gods, what kind of crazy person talks to a horse?

Ciri: I’m sorry if your family got hurt. We played knucklebones together. This isn’t you. I know it.
Anton: You know f*** all. You thought you were better than us because we had to let you win? The only thing special about you was the f***ing crown on your head.

Ciri: Verily, I say unto you the era of the sword and the ax is nigh, the era of the Wolf’s Blizzard. The Time of the White Chill and the White Light is nigh. The Time of Madness and the Time of Contempt.

Tissaia: There’s nothing like a higher purpose to permit men to do the unspeakable.
Young Alderman: But it’s all any of us have left. We have to defend it.
Sabrina: That’s heroic.
Yennefer: And stupid.

Marites: [as Yennefer creates more arrows] I wish I could do that.
Yennefer: It’s magic. It’s not real.

Triss: Is Vilgefortz to be our new daddy?

Triss: Geralt of Rivia. I often wonder where fate took him.
Yennefer: Somewhere unpleasant, I’m sure. You should be wary of his kind. They’re so often disappointing.

Tissaia: Must you always be so fatalistic?
Yennefer: It’s only appropriate, seeing as we might die.
Tissaia: All the more reason to live tonight.
Yennefer: Mmm. Like you.
[they both look over to Vilgefortz]

Tissaia: So, are you ready? To die?
Yennefer: Yes. I’ve lived two or three lifetimes already.
Tissaia: But you haven’t been satisfied in any of them.
Yennefer: I’ve tried. But I’ve no legacy to leave behind. No family. It’s time to accept that life has no more to give.
Tissaia: You still have so much left to give.

Visenna: We must live and let live.
Young Geralt: What’s that mean?
Visenna: It’s our code. We have to cling to something. If we don’t, the world descends into chaos.

Vilgefortz: What are you after? What do you want?
Cahir: To get to the center of it all.

Tissaia: [to Fringilla] I won’t let you do this. You’re worth more than Nilfgaard can ever give you.

Yennefer: Is anyone out there? Is anyone still alive? Is anyone still alive?

Visenna: [to Geralt] You’re not dead. You’ve merely woken.

Renfri: [as Geralt dreams] Don’t move.
Geralt of Rivia: There’s magic in the air.
Yennefer: Your wound was troublesome, Geralt. But you will be alright.
Geralt of Rivia: You know my name. You’re in my head. You’re listening.
Visenna: I’m a sorceress. But you knew that already.

Visenna: You were saved by your pulse. Four times slower than a normal man’s.
Geralt of Rivia: I’m a witcher. But you knew that already too.

Visenna: [to Geralt] People linked by destiny will always find each other.

Geralt of Rivia: I need to know why.
Visenna: No answer will give you what you want.

Geralt of Rivia: You trusted destiny rather than trying to find me yourself.
Visenna: Don’t ask any more questions.
Geralt of Rivia: Why?
Visenna: The answers will only hurt us both. It’s time to move on, Geralt. It’s time for you to find what you let go of. Find her. Find her. I was just a dream.
Geralt of Rivia: Please don’t go.

Geralt of Rivia: [as he wakes] Where did she go? The woman.
Yurga: Which one? You called out for so many.

Yennefer: You saved me. I won’t ever forget that.
Tissaia: It’s your turn to save these people, this Continent. This is your legacy.
Yennefer: How? I can’t!
Yennefer: You can! Everything you have ever felt, everything you’ve buried. Forget the bottle. Let your chaos explode.

Zola: [to Ciri] I know. It’s a simple life. But if I’ve gone tomorrow, I had everything I wanted. My health, a roof over my head, a headstrong boy, his father to match. Everything. Except a daughter. I can’t help but think I was meant to find you.

Geralt of Rivia: [as he’s embracing Ciri] People linked by destiny will always find each other.

Ciri: [to Geralt] Who is Yennefer?