Enough of what the Hulk doesn't say let here what Conan wouldn't say.
Instead of fighting lets talk out our differences over a nice glass of Zinfandel.
Away busty wench I'm saving my virginity for marriage.
That sorcerer is too powerful let's pillage elsewhere.
Sorcerer's have always been a lovable bunch.
I have bedded every wench for a hundred leagues...any ointment for this terrible burning sensation?
Valeria! Put your clothes on you shameless hussy!
CHUCK NORRIS?! WHERE?! {runs away in panic}
The pen is mightier then the sword.
{clickety-clacks on old IBM keyboard} The Perl is mightier than the sword.
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I still can't believe I became the Governator!
The following exchange would certainly fit into this thread. Except Conan actually did say it (according to Tor, who published Conan -
Scourge of the Bloody Coast, by Leonard Carpenter).
“The view of the stars is better here, too,” Conan remarked, drawing her close again and gazing skyward. “Would that my topmast could reach this high when I try to navigate on a foggy evening.”
“I’ll raise your topmast, and I’ll fill your sails for you,” she bragged eluding his grasp and standing upright on the paves. “First, let’s strike some of this extra canvas.” Reaching to the back of her gown, she loosened it and let it slip down around her bare ankles.
“Then stand ready to grapple and board,” he muttered hoarsely, lunging to his feet after her.
Minor rant: As you can imagine, some Conan pastiches are better than others. And you might not know that unlike with most authors, the 'authorized' stories by other writers are considered equal in authenticity with Robert E. Howard's originals.
There are 60 'real' Sherlock Holmes stories; written by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. They are the Canon. The thousands of Holmes stories written by other authors are pastiches; unofficial, if you will.
The folks who own Conan, however, say that the dreck written by some of their hand picked authors are just as important as Howard's tales. Even if they don't make sense, like Robert Jordan's novelization of the first Schwarzenneger Conan movie.
Money talks.
♫♫...Why can't we be friends, Why can't we be friends...♫♫
I was thinking of settling down, you know. Maybe meet a nice Shemite girl and open a shop on the Black Coast, selling spices and chickens and shovels. You know, maybe do some gardening.
Wearing a fluffy apron, "I made quiche loraine for brunch!"
{engrossed in paperback} Oooo, will she choose Edward or Jacob? {swoons}
{shuffles stack of papers} And now time for your emails and tweets...
Conan! What is best in life?
Conan: To love your enemies, see them go through the gate of paradise, and to strongly support gender equality.
I ... I feel like ... singing!
I'd like to trade this tuxedo in for a larger one, please.
Okay, Conan Jr, that's it! Two minutes in time out!
Could you please keep it down? I'm reading the Hunger Games.
Want to play chess?