"Anomen, Boo says that this place smells like Uranus, a place he has visited frequently." Minsc was...Minsc. There really wasn't much more ye could say about him.
"Minsc, if I have told you once, I have told you a thousand times, those Cliffport rumors are just that, rumors! I have never engaged in such scurrilous behavior! That man is hell bent on destroying my honor with his filthy lies!" Anomen could get in a real lather when ye rubbed him the wrong way.
"Boo means the planet Uranus, however he would like you to further explain what these Cliffport rumors are."
"All right, all right lads, let's keep the scraps for whatever beasties show their faces, or what passes for faces on whatever plane they'll be coming from." Being a party leader is like being a babysitter most of the time, only the babies can take ye're head off with one swing, or call down a meteor storm just because they prayed to their gods extra long today. "We have the key, let's take a look around and see if we can figure out the best defensive positions. Aerie and Nalia, you see where we can hide, Minsc and Jaheira, you check for other entrances, Anomen, start casting whatever spells ye need to keep us alive and I'll start setting traps."
"Traps? My good Tipsy, a proper priest of Helm does not hide in shadows and let traps take out his foes. He meets them head on, with Helm's name on his lips!" Crikey, not this again.
"Anomen, can I have a word with ye over here? Lads, keep working, we'll be with ye in a moment." Sometimes as babysitter you also had to take a wee child by the ear and show him who swung the belt in the family.
"Look here cleric, I ain't about te get ripped to shreds by some demon from the 9th plane just because ye don't want ye're god te think ye're a coward. Ye know that me traps can take care of most things and whatever they can't take care of, we can mop up. I'm not about te lose half the party and a week's time getting everyone resurrected just so that ye can show off."
"Tipsy my good man, I realize that being a thief-"
