“Take her home."Nick fake salutes. "Sir,yes sir.""Sarcasm doesn't become you,Colt," Coach Walsh says,but he smiles when he says it, so obviously he is only mad at me,not superboy Nick Colt,beloved of coaches everywhere. If I were a guy he would let me run tomorrow.”

“This was insane!Yes, he was hot, but so was Nick. Yes, he was nice, but so was Nick. Yes, he sent shivers of anticipation through me. But so did Nick. Okay, so they weren't this strong. But they werethere. Parker terrified me. Nick didn't. Nick was safe, like a carousel.Parker was the tallest, fastest, scariest thrill ride imaginable.”

“Is that what I think it is?" - Colt"Plastic explosives." - Oz"You have stuff like that lying around your house?" - Colt"Doesn't everybody?" Oz smiled as he walked to the far corner of the bunker, dragging Colt with him.”

“Meaning,you do nothing, Claire. That's an order.'"She gave him a cocked mock salute. "Yes, sir, sorry, sir.'"He sighed. "I liked you better when you were this timid little kid. What happened?'""I started living with you guys.'""Oh, right.”

“That is Nick Colt, otherwise known as bad news.”

“Do you remember me telling you we are practicing non-verbal spells, Potter?""Yes," said Harry stiffly."Yes, sir.""There's no need to call me "sir" Professor."The words had escaped him before he knew what he was saying.”