Gabrielle: You know you'd think she'd mention that her friend was taller than most pine trees.

Gabrielle: YOU USED MY SCROLL??
Xena: I had to improvise. There were no good leaves! I used a piece that hardly had any writing on it.

Gabrielle: You've changed, Xena. Like this valley. Once it was a place full of death and violence. But now it's full of beauty and life. The same kind of change has happened to you.

Janice: Now, that's no way to treat a lady. Run along now, boys. I don't have time to play.

Joxer: Wait wait wait...How am I supposed to know who the real Diana is?
Xena: Well if you come across a woman and she looks exactly like me and she displays any interest in you whatsoever as a man, that's the bad one.
Joxer: She is bad! Real bad...

Kaleipus: Amazing. I see so much change in your eyes. You aren't the woman I faced ten years ago. You aren't that warrior. Let him go, Xena. He's got a family and a home here. He's not your son anymore.
Xena: Are you telling me this for my good or yours?
Kaleipus: For his... and mine. For nine years, Solan has been my son. I love him more than my very life and the thought of losing him... You can't possibly know what that feels like.
Xena: Do you know what it's like to be a mother without her child?

M'lia: You have a destiny Xena, but you have to choose it.

Maphias: You tell me. First, it was Cortese's attack, then the town's reconstruction. I'm warning you, Xena. You keep putting me off like this, and I'm liable to give up-- in ten or fifteen years.

Meg: Hold it right there. In the blink of an eye I can split the skull of anyone who moves with my trusty...shamrock!

Meg: The name's Xena; that's Xena with a capital Z.

Minya: [Minya is playing with Xena's whip] The rotten thing came back and bit me!
Xena: You gotta be careful with it. What are you doing with my whip, anyway?
Minya: It isn't your whip, anymore. I traded my best frying pan for it, fair and square.
Gabrielle: Look, we have to cook our food. I am still waiting for the fish I had for lunch to stop trying to swim upstream!
Xena: No, this isn't about cooking, is it?
Gabrielle: I don't know what you're talking about.
Xena: I messed with your scroll, so you... You traded my whip for a frying pan? I want it back.
Minya: No! It belongs to me! You don't get that concept very well, do you? The whip is mine. The frying pan's yours. Hower is mine! She's yours.

Palamon: I said I could learn something from you and I did. You are who you pretend to be. So you'd better pretend to be something you can live with.
Xena: Be careful, Palamon. We all eventually become what we pretend we are.

Salesman: Meleager's murder weapon-- right here! An actual reproduction of the possible murder weapon, that was never found! Here you go, little lady-- the perfect souvenir for the occasion!
Xena: I'm not a little lady.

Salmoneus: Xena! I was just talking about you! Sort of.
Xena: Beauty contest!! You sent urgent word for us to see some underdressed, overdeveloped bimbos in a beauty contest!

Velasca: Artemis, you fake! Where were you when our nation died? Where were you when the many Amazon tribes were scattered and destroyed? Where were you when the word 'Amazon' became a joke told by old men in taverns? I was once your subject, now I'm your equal... and your enemy!