“Hey, if you can't remember, don't worry about it. I'm having a few memory problems myself in this place. Little things like how long I've been here, what my purpose in life is, which feet to put my shoes on. Stuff like that.”

“I'm on my feet, pacing around the room, punching a fist into my palm, which I stop doing when I realise how drama queen it feels.”

“I am so sick of you smart kids. Why can't you just boost cars or steal stuff like normal kids?' 'We do steal stuff. Just bigger stuff.”

“Orion:"Oh, how I pray that dragon will turn 'round so that I may smite it."Foaly: "Smite it with what? Your secret birthmark?"Orion: "Don't you mock my birthmark, which I may or may not have.”

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

“Why no aggressive action?" Foaly squirmed in a harness built for two-legged creatures. "Oh yes, why no aggressive action? How I long for aggressive action." "I live for aggressive action!" thundered Orion squeakily which was unusual. "Oh, how I pray that dragon will turn 'round that I may smite it." "Smite it with what?" wandered Foaly "Your secret birthmark?" "Don't you mock my birthmark, which I may or may not have.”

“I can't imagine what they're planning. But I can tell you two things. We won't like it, and it won't be legal.”