“Hilarious, dude. You should, like, have your own show.”

“You know you're in trouble when your own imagination starts punishing you.”

“Hey, bodyguard. You better get down to the gymnasium. This jumbo pixie guy is killing your sister." "Really?" said Butler, unconvinced. "Really. Juliet just does not seem to be herself. She can't put two moves together. It's pathetic, really. Everybody is betting against her." "I see," said Butler, straightening. Mulch held the door. "It's going to make things really interesting when you show up to help." Butler grinned. "I'm not coming to help. I just want to be there when she stops faking." "Ah," said Mulch, comprehension dawning on his face. "So I should switch my bet to Juliet?" "You certainly should" said Butler.”

“HOLLY: Are you suggesting I occasionally stray from the rule book?FOALY: No. I'm suggesting you do not own a copy of the rule book, and if you do, you have certainly never opened it.”

“How was your... eh... trip?”Artemis felt the sting of tears in his own eyes. “Um, eventful...”

“What's that supposed to mean? A wolf's head on a stick. Big wolf barbecue tonight? Bring your own wolf?”

“How did that go?’ he asked. ‘Your first lengthy conversation with a girl your own age?’‘Fabulous,’ said Artemis, voice dripping with sarcasm. ‘We’re planning a June wedding.”