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

“Foaly twitched his tail contentedly. Genius. No point in being humble about it.”

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

“Orion brightened. "I have an idea.""Yes?" said Foaly, daring to hope that a spark of Artemis remained."Why don't we look for some magic stones that can grant wishes? Or, if that doesn't work, you could search my naked body for some mysterious birthmark that means I am actually the prince of somewhere or other.”

“And I will not be beaten by that jackass.""Jackass?" said Foaly, wounded. "My favorite uncle is a jackass.”

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

“You don't understand!' Foaly objected.Trouble cut him off with a chop of his hand through the air. 'I never understand. That's why we pay you and your dork posse."Foaly objected again. 'They are not dorks!'Trouble found space for yet another holster. 'Really? That guy brings a Beanie Baby to work every day. And your nephew, Mayne, speaks fluent Unicorn.''They're not all dorks,' said Foaly, correcting himself.”