Hadvar: "What was that?"
Tullius: "It's nothing. Carry on."
Captain: "Yes, General Tullius. Give them their last rites."
Priestess of Arkay: "As we commend your souls to Aetherius, blessings of the Eight Divines upon you, for you are the salt and earth of Nirn, our beloved..."
Stormcloak Soldier: "For the love of Talos, shut up and let's get this over with."
Priestess of Arkay: "As you wish."
Stormcloak Soldier: "Come on, I haven't got all morning. My ancestors are smiling at me, Imperials. Can you say the same?" [Executed]
Stormcloak: "You Imperial bastards!"
Ingrid: "Death to the Stormcloaks!"
Ralof: "As fearless in death as he was in life."
Captain: "Next, the [player race] in the rags!"