Xena: How stay you so slim eating food of this amount?
Gabby: Because I walk. You ride the horse.
Xena: Nice, you must be.
Gabby: I'm sorry.
Xena: No, improve or improve not, there is no sorry.
Gabby: I just wanted to become a great warrior princess like you!
Xena: A great warrior princess? Oh! Heh heh! Oh! Heh heh. Wars not make one great!
Gabby: But that's why I left my boring life in Potidaea. I wanted adventure!
Xena: Adventure. Heh! Excitement. Heh! A bard craves not these things!
Gabby: But even Joxer wants to become a warrior.
Xena: A long time have I watched Joxer. Always he has looked away, to the skies. Never his eyes on where he was walking? Hmm? What he was doing? Hmmm! Clumsy he is!
Gabby: Then you're saying we should tell Joxer not to follow us anymore.
Xena: For many years have I trained bards in the ways of the Horse! Joxer we need not.
Gabby: I'd hate to be the one to tell Meg.
Xena: Is Meg stronger than me? No. Easier. Quicker. More seductive.
Gabby: How did she end up looking exactly like you anyhow?
Xena: Always in motion, history and mythology and the laws of genetics.