"I know how it feels to loose someone.
But the act of molding flesh is better
left to the hands of God."
Al: Are you all right, brother?
Ed: Yeah, I'm just peachy. I love turbulent carriage rides in seats as soft as granite.
Clause: You're nothing but a bunch of chickens! Posing as alchemists when you're just a cowardly little pipsqueak and his walking trashcan!
Edward: [angrily] Pipsqueak?
Alphonse: [sadly] Trashcan?
Edward: Nobody calls me a pipsqueak and gets away with it! Not even a little girl!
Clause: Oh, is that so... Gosh, I'm so terrified of a whiny little pipsqueak!
Edward: Shut up and take a look at yourself! If you're a girl like they all say, why do you dress like a paperboy?!
Alphonse: Yeah. I have a feeling this is gonna be a good trip.
Edward: What's wrong? You seem almost happy!
Edward: Look at that! Someone is throwing a party! With torches and everything! But they forgot to invite us.
Clause: Hey, you guys aren't from around here, are you?
Other boy: [Hits Al with a stick] What it this ugly thing? Some kind of giant robot from the future?
Edward: [Breaks stick] Quit it.
Clause: Show him how we... welcome strangers.
Edward: Nothing you think you know is the truth, and what you've been seeking all along is under your nose.
Majahal: This is impossible! Are you telling me that this wrinkled old woman is Karin? Karin was a woman of incomparable beauty... just like a rose.
Edward: Exactly like a rose. Flowers wither, Majahal...
Edward: [to Clause] You're definitely much prettier when you don't dress like a paper boy!
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