“Crows," Maximus breathed. "Was that who I think it was?""Phrygiar Navaris," Tavi said, nodding."What was she doing here?" Max asked."Getting humiliated, mostly. Especially there at the end.”

“Then she probably would have waved back," Max said. "And it might be a he.""Ha! Not likely," Lucia said. "Didn't you notice them?""Them what?" Max asked."Her... you know. She has breasts, Max! What do you think that is on her chest?""I think it's a pair of crossed arms," Max said.”

“Fang: When do I get out of here?Max: They say a week.Fang: So, like, tomorrow?Max: That's what I'm thinking.”

“Sighing, she gave a brief nod. “I was supposed to win. I was supposed to finish you off. They never counted on you winning. And then you didn’t kill me. It was awful.”“You’re welcome,” I said, feeling fresh anger ignite. “I’ll try not to humiliate you by letting you live next time.”(Max II to Max)”

“What are you doing here?” [ndr prison]Selling Girl Scout cookies,” I said. “Want some? The Samoas are terrific.”(Max II to Max)”

“I do not think you are in any danger of starving," Maximus said. "The surgeon said only two weeks ago that you are too fat.""The devil!" Berkley said indignantly, sitting up; and Maximus snorted in amusement at having provoked him.”