“Nudge: You aren't dead.Iggy (irritably): No. You aren't dead either. How about just 'hello'?”

“All genders?' whispered Nudge. 'Aren't there just the two'I shrugged. 'No idea. Maybe they've created others.”

“you're a diabolical little pyro, aren't you?He blushed modestly.”

“Hello, Max," he said quietly, searching my face. "How do you feel?"Which was a ten on the "imbecilic question" scale of one to ten. Why, I feel fine, Jeb," I said brightly. "How about you?"Any nausea? Headache?" Yep. And it's standing here talking to me.”

“Nudge: "I look like prep school Barbie. (looks at Max) Actually, you look like prep school Barbie. I'm just Barbie's friend.”

“They aren't the brightest crayons in the box-Max(saving the world and other extreme sports)”

“Huh - Why is Max in the kitchen?"Dr.Martinez: "We're cooking."Gazzy: "She's just keeping you company, right?"Dr.Martinez: "No, she's cooking."Nudge: "Cooking...food?"Max: "Yes, I'm cooking food, and it's great, and you're going to eat it, you twerps!”