“Basically, I have two speeds.... Hostile or smart-aleck. Your choice.”

“I blame Jeb for letting you be such asmart aleck.”I stared at her. “I blame you for alteringmy DNA! I mean, I have wings,lady! What were you thinking?”

“You were designed to be very smart, Max,' she told me. 'We electrically stimulated your synaptic nerve endings while your brain was developing.' (The director)And yet I still can't program my DVD player,' I said." (Max)”

“Holy [Insert your choice of a swear word here]," said Fang stunned.”

“I wasn't kidding about the flying-kids part. Or the talking-dog part.Anyone who's up to speed on the Adventures of Amazing Max and Her Flying, Fun-Loving Cohorts, you can skip this next page or so. Those of you who picked up this book cold, even thought it's clearly part three of the series, well, get with the program, people! I can't take two days to get you caught up on everything! Here's the abbreviated version (which is pretty, I might add):A bunch of mad scientists (mad crazy not mad angry- though a lot of them seem to have anger-management issues, especially around me) have been playing around with recombinant life-forms, where they graft different species' DNA together.”

“Fang? Are you- like Max?" asked Dr. Martinez. "Nope,"he said, sounding bored. "I'm the smart one." I resisted the urge to kick him in the shin.”

“Even needing to get to Angel, we couldn’t forget the basic necessity of eating.”