“I grabbed Sabine’s shoulder. “If you stick me again, I’m going to make your head my personal pin cushion.”

“My dear, I should like to stick you full of barbed arrows like a p-p-pin cushion...Where do you lurk? I shall come down your burrow and ch-chivvy you out like an old st-t-toat.”

“What are you? (Danger) Well, had you listened before you stabbed me, you would have heard the ‘I’m Acheron’s Squire’ part. Apparently that somehow escaped your hearing and you mistook me for a pin cushion. (Alexion) ”

“Do I look like the kind of person who wastes time turning goats into pin cushions?”

“You haven’t even read me my rights. (Josie)Here’s your right. Open your mouth again and I’m going to pull your tongue over the back of your head. (Tee)”

“It’s just that I’m the kind of person," Rebecca continued, "that thinks if you took a map of the whole world and put a pin in it for every person, there wouldn’t be a pin for me.”