Balthier: Quite a performance.
Vaan: Who are you?
Balthier: I play the leading man, who else? Fran, the magicite.
Fran: Now then. I'll take that.
Vaan: No, you won't! I found it, it's mine.
Balthier: And then when I take it from you, it will be mine.
Fran: The gods do not smile on us.
Balthier: I like it better that way.
Fran: What happened? Our hover didn't just drop- it disappeared.
Balthier: Bah. Forget it. Even if we could fly, the Ifrit's playing with fire and I'd rather not get burned. We'll go the old-fashioned way. Not many Viera where you come from, thief?
Vaan:: [Stops staring at Fran] It's Vaan. Sorry.
Balthier: Well, Fran is special in that she'd deign to partner with a hume.
Fran:: Oh? Like a sky pirate that chooses to steal through the sewers?
Vaan: Pirates? You're sky pirates? So you have an airship?
Balthier: It's Balthier. Listen thief-- Vaan. If you ever want to see your home again, you'll do exactly as I say. Myself, Fran and you, we're working together now. Understood?
Vaan: [Looks down at the stone from the treasure hold] Don't even think you're getting this.
Balthier: The thought never crossed my mind.
Fran:: Our rants grow by the hour.
Balthier: And our troubles with them.
Ashe: They think me some common thief!
Balthier: Better than a common assassin.
Balthier: [Hands Penelo his hankerchief] Hold onto this for me, would you? Just until I bring Vaan back.
Balthier: Relax, it's just a corpse. Jump at every little thing down here and you'll wear yourself out.
Balthier: Remember what curiosity killed. Just a friendly word of advice.
Balthier: Something stinks down here alright. I've changed my mind. This is no dungeon, it's a sty! -- I said YOU'RE the one that stinks, hamshanks! Hear me now?
Balthier: You alright, Vaan?
Balthier: If you ask me, they're more executioners than judges.
Vaan: How's going deeper into this place--
Balthier: [Quickly interrupts Vaan] What's wrong? You don't trust her? Viera's noses are sharp. If she says there's a way out, there's a way out.
Balthier: Ah! The prison repository of wrested relics and raiments.
Vaan: So our things are in here?
Balthier: That's what I said!
Balthier: There are more turnkeys than cutpurses down here. I've had my fill of chains. Let's thread lightly, shall we?
Basch: You! You're no imperials. Please, you must get me out--
Balthier: It's against my policy to speak with the dead! Especially when they happen to be kingslayers.
Basch: I did not kill him!
Balthier: Is that so? Haa, glad to hear it.
Balthier: Pirates without a sky.
Balthier: Nice moves there, Captain.
Vaan: You mean 'traitor'.
Balthier: So they say. But I didn't see him kill anyone.
Balthier: Believe what you want to. Whatever it takes to make you happy... What's done is done.
Balthier: I don't respond well to orders!
Balthier: Keep your snout in the trough where it belongs!
Balthier: Much more running about with bangaa at my heels and I'm apt to give up sky pirating altogether.
Fran: Don't worry. I believe he will treat her well.
Balthier: No one knows men like Fran does.
Balthier: Tell these fates of yours to leave me out.
Vossler: We've secured an Atomos, come!
Balthier: An Atomos? All skiff, no ship. Hardly fit for a leading man.