Sorceress: Weak, pathetic, small child...why will you not let me teach you?
Apprentice: That's what the old man used to say.
Sorceress: I will feast on your heart and bathe in your blood!
Apprentice: He used to say that, too, when he got a little drunk.
Sorceress: Ugh. I am done. You will never know the pleasures we could have had together.
Apprentice: Wow...yeah, he never said that.
