Dormitory = Dirty Room

The country side = No City Dust Here

Listen = Silent

Madam Curie = Radium came

Evangelist = Evil's Agent

The centenarians = I can hear ten "tens"

I run to escape = A persecution

The Morse Code = Here Come Dots

Lanfear: This is the true me. Lanfear.

 

Rand: I hardly recognized you, since you revealed yourself as an even-more-beautiful most- beautiful woman ever.

 

Lanfear: Yes. Normally, as Selene, I travel around hidden as the most beautiful woman ever, but not quite as beautiful as I actually am.

 

Rand: Well, no matter how beautiful your most-beautiful-woman-ever disguise is, rest assured that I cannot harm women. Even those who are my mortal enemies.

 

Lanfear: Is that some sort of genetic problem?

 

Rand: If stupidity is genetic.

Thom: I must help you in Tanchico.

 

Nynaeve: We never need help.

 

Elayne: Yes. We never need help getting captured. Three times in two adventures. Beat that.

 

Nynaeve: Now pack away our nice dresses. We like to look our best when getting captured.

 

Have you looked in the pointless thread? There is plenty more stuff like this :)

Rand: Ah. Rhuidean.

 

Couladin: Die!

 

Amys: Couladin, you have broken the peace of Rhuidean. Do not do it again.

 

Couladin: Die!

 

Amys: Couladin, you have broken the peace of Rhuidean. Do not do it again.

 

Couladin: Die!

 

Rand: Amys, your line doesn’t seem to be working.

 

Amys: This is Wise Ones’ business.

 

Rand: Even if he kills me?

 

Amys: Yes, even if Couladin kills you, it’s still none of your business. Now excuse me, I must use our time-tested technique: Couladin, you have broken the peace of Rhuidean. Do not do it again.

Mother-in-law = Woman Hitler

Amys: You must never go into Tel’aran’rhiod without one of us as a guide.

 

Egwene: But I’m so nosey.

 

Amys: Well, if you do, we won’t check up on you, anyway. Go for it.

Rand: I am the Car’a’carn.

 

Couladin: Die!

 

Rand: Is anyone going to do anything about him?

 

Rhuarc: You mean aside from calling the Shaido "honorless dogs?"

 

Rand: Yes.

 

Rhuarc: No. He pretty much does what he wants.

 

Rand: Then I must suddenly go back to Rhuidean to fight for a sa’angreal-controlling ter-angreal that I walked right past in Rhuidean.

Nynaeve: I have captured one of the thirteen most evil people on the planet. I really should kill you.

 

Moghedien: Yes, you should. But maybe you should talk to me for a while. You could make my eyes bulge with some threats. Or you could watch my mouth try to work.

 

Nynaeve: You’re right. I never really take the time to get to know my enemies.

Rand: While I was off fighting a Forsaken, I suppose no one bothered to do anything about Couladin.

 

Bael: I gave him a dirty look.

 

Erim: You should have seen it. It was truly a mean, vicious look.

 

Rand: Well, as long as it was really mean.

and now I must leave for ice creamz

Ice creamz!?!

yes nize vanilla ice creamz

oh my sister at two thirds of an ice cream tub in 2 days... Good things there's MOAR

I want teh ice cream. But tis cold. But I want teh ice creams :(

it is not cold here, tis mild

Nynaeve: I’m wearing a green silk dress with slashes of white with snowy white lace in a floral pattern. It has the faces of cherubs sewn into the sides, and the picture of deer running gracefully through a wooded stream in the skirt. It shows generous cleavage.

 

Elayne: I’m wearing a dark blue silk dress with a pattern of black lace. It has actual thread-of-gold woven into the bodice, telling the story of my childhood, including the part when I skinned my knee trying to climb a leatherleaf tree in Master Hanson’s orchard. It shows generous cleavage.

 

Nynaeve: I miss good, stout Two Rivers woolens.

 

Elayne: Maybe you could by some wool dresses.

 

Nynaeve: I’m far too important for that, according to my estimation of myself. Since we’re keeping only the bare essentials on our mission to save the world, how many dresses have we packed in our wagon?

 

Elayne: Five hundred and eighty-four.

Rand: Too bad no one killed Couladin when we had the chance.

 

Rhuarc: That would violate ji’e’toh.

 

Rand: ji’e’toh restricts you from stopping madmen warlords?

 

Rhuarc: Yes. The rule is madmen warlords can try to kill you, and everyone near you, and everyone else who isn’t near you, and everyone they know, and everyone they thought was looking at them funny.

 

Rand: What does ji’e’toh let me do?

 

Rhuarc: You can mutter under your breath.

 

Rand: Shaido dogs.

 

Rhuarc: Now you’re getting it.