- Dwarf 1: We must defeat the dwarves!
- Dwarf 2: We are the dwarves.
- Dwarf 1: Oh.
- Prince Arthas: Glad you could make it, Uther...
- Lord Uther: Watch your tone with me, boy. You may be the prince, but I'm still your superior as a paladin.
- Prince Arthas: As if I could forget. Listen Uther, there's something about the plague you should know.
- Prince Arthas: [civilians begin entering a cursed sleep] Oh no, it's already begun. These people may look fine now, but it's only a matter of time before they turn into the Undead!
- Lord Uther: What?!
- Prince Arthas: This entire city must be purged.
- Lord Uther: How can you even consider that? There's *got* to be some other way.
- Prince Arthas: Damn it, Uther! As your future king, I order you to purge this city!
- Lord Uther: You are *not* my king yet, boy. Nor would I obey that command even if you were.
- Prince Arthas: Then I must consider this an act of treason.
- Lord Uther: Treason?! Have you lost your mind, Arthas?
- Prince Arthas: Have I? Lord Uther, by my right of succession and the sovereignty of my crown, I hereby relieve you of your command, and suspend your paladins from service.
- Jaina Proudmoore: Arthas! You can't just--
- Prince Arthas: It's done! Those of you who have the will to save this land, follow me. The rest of you... get out of my sight.
- Lord Uther: [some knights leave] You've just crossed a terrible threshold, Arthas.
- [Uther leaves as well.]
- Prince Arthas: [Jaina begins leaving.] Jaina?
- Jaina Proudmoore: I'm sorry, Arthas. I can't watch you do this...
- Kel'Thuzad: 50,000 gold a year in child care and they call it a cult?!
- Dwarven Rifleman: This... is my BOOMSTICK!
- Sorceress: For the End of the World spell, press control, alt, delete.
- demon hunter: Demon Blood is thicker than... regular blood.
- Dryad: I'll attract the enemy with my Human call: "I'm so wasted! I'm so wasted!"
- Bandit: And this one time, at bandit camp...
- Mannoroth: His blood is mine, as is your whole, misbegotten race!
- [Thrall throws his war hammer at Mannoroth, without effect]
- Mannoroth: A worthy effort, but futile.
- Dryad: These aren't the Dryads you're looking for.
- Priest: Side effects may include: dry mouth, nausea, vomiting, water retention, painful rectal itch, hallucination, dementia, psychosis, coma, death, and halitosis. Magic is not for everyone. Consult your doctor before use
- Grom Hellscream: Thrall, the blood haze has lifted. The demon's fire has burned out in my veins.
- [coughs, near death]
- Grom Hellscream: I... have... freed myself...
- [dies]
- Thrall: No, old friend. You've freed us all...
- [screams]
- King Terenas: [upon Arthas' return from Northrend] Ah, my son...
- Prince Arthas: [kneeling before the King] You no longer need to sacrifice for your people. You no longer need to bear the weight of your crown. I've taken care... of everything.
- King Terenas: [Arthas stands up, walks towards the King, and holds Frostmourne up to him.] What is this? What are you doing, my son?
- Prince Arthas: Succeeding you, Father...
- [Arthas thrusts Frostmourne through the King's body.]
- Lord Uther: Your father ruled this land for seventy years, and you've ground it to dust in a matter of days.
- Prince Arthas: Very dramatic, Uther. Give me the urn, and I'll make sure you die quickly.
- Lord Uther: The urn holds your father's *ashes*, Arthas! What, were you hoping to piss on them one last time before you left his kingdom to rot?
- Prince Arthas: [chuckles] I didn't know what it held. Nor does it matter. I'll take what I came for, one way or another.
- Lord Uther: [after being mortally wounded by Arthas and his forces] I dearly hope that there's a special place in Hell waiting for you, Arthas!
- Prince Arthas: We may never know, Uther. I intend to live... forever.
- Shade: What we do in death, echoes in eternity.
- Mountain King: [after being summoned to the battlefield] All right, who wants some?
- Rifleman: I shot the sheriff, and the deputy, AND YER WEE DOGGIE, TOO!
- Druid of the Claw: [strange music in the background] Can't... Stop... Dancing!
- Death Knight: I hate people! But I LOVE gatherings...
- Lich: You ARE the weakest lich! GOOD-BYE!
- Dwarf 1: Clearly, Tassadar has failed us. You must not.
- Necromancer: I love the dead... frequently
- Dryad: Fear the fearsome fury of the forest fawn!
- Kel'Thuzad: I always wanted to start my own religion... so I did!
- Archer: I said bowstring, not G-... ugh, never mind....