Misery: Balrog, what are you doing here? I'm on a mission.

Balrog: Hmph. I'll have you know that the Doctor sent me to help you, since you're taking so long.
Balrog: Were my arms long enough, I would cross them in disgust.

Misery: He did not. You are lying to me.
Balrog: Did too! And, there's really no need to verify that! He told me to tell you not to!

Misery: What kind of a moron do you think I am?
Balrog: There's different types?