“Commander: What's that?Foaly: It's a finger, what does look like?”

“He threw his head back and sang, "'I am a centaur, yes, a centaur is what I am.' It's not like you to wax, Artemis""Foaly is singing," said Holly. "Surely that's illegal?”

“Don't worry chief,"said foaly,"It's like riding a unicorn,you never forget.”

“What's this?" he inquired, none too pleasantly. "A circus?""No, Julius. It's the end of the circus.""I see. And these are the clowns?"Foaly's head poked through the doorway."Pardon me for interrupting your extended circus metaphor, but what the hell is that?”

“Is that how you're going to take me? Scare me into voluntarily coming aboard, then steal my Ice Cube?""It's always cubes with you," noted Foaly, somewhat randomly. "What's wrong with a nice sphere?”

“Yes, Chix, it's between us. Everyone has a right to be temporarily unstable.- Foaly”

“Look!" said Foaly, pointing with some urgency into the vast steel-gray gloom, "Someone who cares!”