“Listen to me, convict. I have not traveled all this way to listen to your war stories. So shut your trap before I shut it for you.Commander Julius Root”

“Shut up, Julius! I mean, quiet a moment, Commander.”

“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?”

“This is the only way. I will not allow humans or fairies to die when I might have prevented it.” Butler would not give up. “Listen to yourself. You sound like a... like a good guy! There’s nothing in this for you.”

“Don't you worry about that, Mr. Adamsson. Why don't you head back to Reykjavik and spend some of that extortionate fee you charged me for a couple of hours' usage of your frankly third-rate restaurant and perhaps find a friendless tree stump to listen to your woes?”

“Listen to me, goblin. You're stupid, let's accept that and move on.”

“(to Foaly) Captain Short's life is in danger, so push the button before I climb that tower and push it with your face!”