Meg: (Holding a replica of the chakram) I have a shamrock and I know how to use it.

Meg: Hold it right there. In the blink of an eye I can split the skull of anyone who moves with my trusty...shamrock!

Meg: The name's Xena; that's Xena with a capital Z.

Meg: You see those? They're stars. When I was a little girl, I used to think that all those little lights came from houses in the sky and each one of those houses had a happy family around a cozy fire, and the lights came from all the open windows. And I used to think that at every window there was a little girl just like me looking out at the other lights, and I wondered what it would be like to be one of them. Well, one day we're gonna be one of those little lights. That's a promise.

Meg: You'd be surprised what a young, nubile guard will scream out when he's about to ...
Joxer: ... meet his maker.

Mephistopheles: Now you see you can't harm me here.
Xena: If you come into my realm, I will kill you before you take a step.
Mephistopheles: And then take my throne?
Xena: What are you talking about?
Mephistopheles: Whoever kills me must take my place and reign over Hell. And frankly, Xena, I don't think you're up to the job.

Message from Lao Ma: The hawk and the dove must be made one with the wisdom.

Messenger: The Green Dragon has become too large and must be made small again.

Minya: [Minya is playing with Xena's whip] The rotten thing came back and bit me!
Xena: You gotta be careful with it. What are you doing with my whip, anyway?
Minya: It isn't your whip, anymore. I traded my best frying pan for it, fair and square.
Gabrielle: Look, we have to cook our food. I am still waiting for the fish I had for lunch to stop trying to swim upstream!
Xena: No, this isn't about cooking, is it?
Gabrielle: I don't know what you're talking about.
Xena: I messed with your scroll, so you... You traded my whip for a frying pan? I want it back.
Minya: No! It belongs to me! You don't get that concept very well, do you? The whip is mine. The frying pan's yours. Hower is mine! She's yours.

Minya: I expect more from the god of war. I mean without his powers he's just another man. Just another big ole, leather-clad, well-muscled, gorgeous, hunk of bad boy... man.
Gabrielle: How are those hormones?
Minya: Raging. I think I'll go see Hower.

Naima: There is a great Evil in the future that is hunting Xena's soul. It has found her. If it succeeds, Xena's karmic cycle will end, along with all the good of her future lives.
Gabrielle: Who is her enemy?
Naima: I don't know. I had to send her there quickly to defend herself. I was not able to tell her much before she left.
Gabrielle: Send me there.
Naima: I'm not sure that's wise.
Gabrielle: This ‘karma' that you're talking about, can you see mine? Can you see how much Xena is a part of that?
Naima: Yes, in many lives ... past and future.

Najara: I've changed, Xena. I put down the sword.
Xena: And I'm the Queen of Egypt.

Najara: It's a great curse to have seen one's death.
Xena: The djinn told you?
Najara: Yes, but not everything. Your vision, does it ...
Xena: Yes, it includes Gabrielle.
Najara: Does she know?
Xena: No.
Najara: That's fortunate for her.
Xena: Do you think it can be avoided?
Najara: Of course, I believe our destiny is in our hearts. But it will take drastic measures to change an event foreseen in your soul's eye.

Najara: The Light will triumph, Xena.
Xena: Quit preaching and fight!

Najara: We walk the same path, Gabrielle, our lives dedicated to defeating Evil by promoting Peace. It's our Way, the Way Eli taught us. A reverence for life. Stray from that path, whatever the reason, the consequences could be devastating for everyone.