“My name is Cinnabon, and I'm here to make you gorgeous, girlfriend.”

“Maybe you aren't ready yet. I get it. This is a new situation, you want time to explore it, play with a block or two, eat some Play-Doh. I get it. Go wild. But one day, I'm going to make you mine.”

“Greta is great, but he's a little...extremely...moody. Take my birthday last year. At the stroke of midnight, he appeared at my door."I wrote this poem for you," he said, shoving a piece of crumpled paper into my hands.'The world must burn.Lava exploding into faces.Their skeletons are screaming now.No survivors. - From Greta'"Oh...uh...wow..." I began."Don't bother thanking me," he said. "I just wanted to comfort you for being one year closer to the grave. Of course, I failed miserably, because comfort doesn't exist in this universe.”

“They were way more interested in learning the alphabet or whatever than they were in learning how to rip a moose in half with their bare hands. Then make a helmet out of its skull. Then to use that helmet to help kill more moose. Collect the skull helmets. Combine. Assemble. Super moose skull helmet. Infinite power.”

“Bad Hagridmitch! Bad, bad Hagridmitch! What did I tell you about copyright laws? Do you want to get sued? Is that what you want?”

“Who are the hot boys? Dish it, sista! Let's rollerblade over to their houses, so you can flirt!”

“Rock-a-bye, Bratniss, in your safe cage,These bars will protect you when mommy's enraged.If she should break through them,Don't have any fear,I made a machine that shoots tranquilizer darts at her if she gets too near.”