“Oh great. Yoda captured us.”

“Not saving you from this storm, mutant,” he said. “Saving you for your later fate, we are.”His voice was weirdly inflected and metallic, like an automated answering machine.“Oh, good. Yoda captured us,” Fang whispered.”

“Oh no! Don't drag us away from Antartica and take us to the playground of the rich and famous! Not that briar patch! -Max”

“Love hurts."Oh, shut UP!" - pg 123”

“Besides my great fashion sense? I play a mean harmonica.”

“Life is a great big canvas. Throw all the paint you can at it.”

“I feel like, like pudding," Iggy groaned. "Pudding with nerve endings. Pudding in great pain.”