The Eye of The World

Rand: I'm a young lad from a quaint little village. 
Tam: Yes, you are. 
Emond's Fielders: Rumors of strange things afoot. Wolves howling. Winds blowing. Trouble a-brewin.' Train comin.' 
Egwene: Rand al'Thor! What do you think you're doing? 
Rand: Aw, shucks, hi, Egwene. 
Moiraine: I am mysterious. You will know all you need to know. The Wheel weaves as the Wheel wills. 
Thom: I'm an old juggler with a big white mustache. 
Trollocs: Oook! Aaak! Errrrr! 
Moiraine: Come with me, you three. 
Lan: Don't even know how to fight Shadowspawn. Dumb sheepherders. 
Rand, Mat, and Perrin: We'll come with you. 
Egwene: Me too! Weeee! 
Rand: It might me dangerous. 
Egwene: Rand al'Thor! You can't tell me what to do! 
Rand: Maybe you could tell me what this is all about. 
Moiraine: You will know what you need to know. The Wheel weaves as the Wheel wills. 
Rand: Thanks. 
Egwene: This is scary! Rand al'Thor! You got me into this! 
Rand: Gee whiz, Egwene. 
Moiraine: Dreams can be dangerous. Have you all had any scary dreams? 
Mat: I don't know if we can trust Aes Sedai. Let's keep it a secret. 
Rand and Perrin: Good idea. 
Nynaeve: You are dragging them into some Aes Sedai plot! 
Moiraine: Maybe I should have left them to die in Emond's Field. 
Nynaeve: We would have been happy that way! 
Moiraine: DO NOT go out into Shadar Logoth, or touch anything! 
Mat: Let's go out into Shadar Logoth and touch things! 
Rand and Perrin: Good idea. 
Moiraine: That was dangerous. 
Lan: Don't even know how to fight Mordeth. Dumb farmboys. 
Egwene: Rand al' Thor! You are a woolhead! 
Rand: Holy moly, Egwene. 
Mat: I'm sweaty and pale and grabbing my dagger. 
Rand: Sounds good. 
Thom: I once had nephew Owyn, who died because of Aes Sedai. Now I must go fight a Myrddraal. See you in Book 2. 
Mat: I'm still sweaty and pale and grabbing my dagger. 
Rand: That's fine. I'll play my flute for our supper. 
Lan: Nice tracking. 
Nynaeve: I'm secretly blushing. 
Perrin: I'm talking to Wolves. 
Egwene: I'm dancing with beautiful Aram. 
Lan: We must rescue Perrin and Egwene from the Whitecloaks. You must hold my hand. To help the rescue. 
Nynaeve: Yes, I must hold your hand. To help the rescue. I hope there aren't spots of color blossoming on my cheeks. 
Master Bunt: Legend has it that Tigraine disappeared after the old queen died. Soon after that Luc disappeared into the Blight, and Taringail died, leaving young Morgase on the throne. 
Rand: Couldn't you just leave it all in a big family tree inside the cover? 
Master Gill: Legend has it Old Thom was closer to the queen that was proper. Then he disappeared and when he later returned, Queen Morgase was mad, so he fled the city, a step ahead of the headsman's axe. 
Rand: Couldn't you just leave it in a big exposition section inside the cover? 
Mat: I'm even sweatier and paler, and more crazy. 
Rand: Good work. Well, I have to go meet the royal family. 
Elayne: I've got long golden tresses. 
Rand: Jinkies, Elayne. 
Morgase: This boy is dangerous. 
Lord Bryne: Yes, he is. 
Elaida: Yes, he is. 
Morgase: Good. Let him go. 
Gawyn: You look like an Aielman...oh, that's crazy talk. Never mind. 
Rand: Okay. 
Everyone: Yayyyy! We're all together! 
Egwene: You're telling us you talked with the Daughter-Heir! Rand al'Thor! I am making presumptions about you, and therefore must yell at you. Just wait until Elayne, Nynaeve and I do this for the entire series. 
Rand: Gosh, Egwene... 
Perrin: We heard a second-hand story about a dying man who said the Dark One means to blind the Eye of the World. 
Loial: I heard the same story, from an different second-hand source. 
Moiraine: Therefore, we must go to the Eye of the World! 
Agelmar: Legend has it that Lan is the last of the Malkieri. You see, two score years ago... 
Rand: Couldn't you just add this to the big family tree section in the front cover? 
Agelmar: Use a Post-It. 
Nynaeve: I have held your hand. I have brought you tea. I cannot shame myself any further! 
Lan: I am not emotional. My emotions are cold like a winter blizzard. Loving me is like loving a frozen ice sculpture. That is why I have fallen head over heels in love with you, and you with me. Now excuse me while I martyr myself. 
Rand: Aginor, being the least significant Forsaken until you are reborn, you are now dead. 
Aginor: See you in book 6. I mean, "Noooo." 
Rand: You too, Balthamel. 
Balthamel: Mmmmph. 
Mat: We found some things. Bloody ashes. 
Egwene: Matrim Cauthon! You better... 
Lan: Here's a gag. 
Readers: Yay! 
Moiraine: See you in Book 2.