“Korsakov got himself shot again, eh? Not surprised. the man's hobby is getting shot. He has a positive talent for it.”

“Nonsense, my good man! What we lose in vigor, we only gain in wisdom.”

“My digestion is not mocked!" boomed the Russian. "Nor will I stand idly while Miss Larouche is insulted! You are banished, hedgehog! My digestion has spoken-BEGONE!”

“I shot him the bird. (Get it? I shot him the—never mind.)”

“As an Odd-Fish, it is not my job to be right,' said Sir Oort. 'It is my job to be wrong in new and exciting ways.”

“People will put up with being terrified but no one will tolerate being bored.”

“He took three shots a night-no more, no less.He switched from whisky to straight gin. The bum compensated for the scant volume.Three shots tweaked his hatreds. Four shots and up cut those hatreds all the way loose.Three shots said, You project danger. Four shots or more said, You're ugly and you limp.”