Beowulf: [to Grendel] I'm like you. I'm one of the damned.
Will: You know Carl, with all the cool ways to die around here, I'd rather not go by heart-attack.
Beowulf: I must fight the evil to keep from becoming evil.
Beowulf: You were right. It was your magic that brought me here.
Kyra: And it will be my magic that brings you back.
Beowulf: You don't have to be good all the time. Just when it matters.
Will the Weapons Master: Only a fool would want to come to this damn place.
Beowulf: Unless he was already damned.
Beowulf: It's not safe to be with me.
Kyra: It's clear to me that by your side is the safest place there is.
Beowulf: I can't make you any guarantees.
Kyra: I'll take that chance.
Beowulf: How big was it? What kind of armour? Was it sheilded? Was it exposed?
Will: It was...it was ugly, man.