Urist Fantana: [about Fikod] I'll give this little fox biscuit an hour before we're doing the no-pants dance. Time to musk up.
[opens cologne cabinet]
Zon Burgundy: Wow. Never ceases to amaze me. What cologne you gonna go with? Mountainhome Gentledwarf, or wait. No, no, no. Hold on. Blackbeard's Delight.
Urist Fantana: No, she gets a special cologne... It's called Sex Titan by Miasma. It's illegal in nine countries... Yep, it's made with bits of real titan so you know it's good.
Zon Burgundy: It's quite pungent.
Urist Fantana: Oh yeah.
Zon Burgundy: It's a formidable scent... It stings the nostrils. In a good way.
Urist Fantana: Yep.
Zon Burgundy: Urist, I'm gonna be honest with you, that smells like rotting yak carcass.
Urist Fantana: They've done studies, you know. 60% of the time, it works every time.
[cheese eating grin]
Zon Burgundy: That doesn't make sense.
Urist Fantana: Well... Let's go see if we can make this little kitty purr.
...
Fikod Corningstone: By Armok, what is that smell? Oh.
Urist Fantana: That's the smell of desire my lady.
Fikod Corningstone: God no, it smells like, like a used diaper... filled with... elf food. Oh, excuse me.
Urist Fantana: You know, desire smells like that to some people.
Potash Maker: [Disgusted] What is that? Smells like a dead goblin covered in burnt kittens.
Miller: [Horrified] Smells like a Cyclop's dick!
Urist Fantana: [Tries to act casual and walk away] Woah, what's that smell?