“Trust me. I haven't been wrong yet.”

“Holly, do you trust me?”Holly groaned. “Artemis, don’t ask me that. I just know one of your outrageous plans is coming.”“Do you trust me?”“Yes,” Holly sighed. “I do. More than anyone.”

“Trust me. I'm a genius.”

“Butler,” he called, his voice thin and childlike in the wind. “Yes, Artemis, what?”“If something goes wrong, wait for me. No matter how it looks, I will return. I will bring them all back.”

“Is that how you're going to take me? Scare me into voluntarily coming aboard, then steal my Ice Cube?""It's always cubes with you," noted Foaly, somewhat randomly. "What's wrong with a nice sphere?”

“Victor Vigny: It is like the old fairy tale. The boy saves the princess; they fall in love. He invents a flying machine - along with his dashing teacher, of course. They get married and name thier firstborn after the aforementioned dashing teacher.Conor: I don't recall that fairy tale from the nursery.Victor Vigny: Trust me, It's a classic.”

“I can grow cameras!" she had shrieked at the Brill brothers during one briefing. "Who's to say that despicable centaur Foaly hasn't succeded in splicing surveillance equiptment to plants? So get rid of all the flowers. Rocks, too. I don't trust them. Sullen little blebers.”