“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.”

“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 right there with you, darlin'. Unless you step on a landmine, in which case I'm way back in the Operations Room.”

“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.”

“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.”

“Artemis: I am not buoyed by that.Foaly: You are not supposed to be buoyed by that. You are supposed to be equalized.Mulch: I'm pretty sure that both of you just made really horrible jokes. But I'm not sure because I think you broke my funny bone.”

“You guys looking for my dad? People are always, like, looking for him, and he's never around. Daddy is so not here. And I mean that literally and spiritually.”