“I love it when you talk my language, ice-boy.”

“No, ice-boy. I never thought I'd see the day when Grimalkin was wrong." - Puck”

“I glanced at Puck. "You take one, I'll get the other?""You're on Ice-boy.”

“Well, don't worry about it too much, princess. Let ice-boy cool off for the night and then try to talk to him tomorrow. He won't stay angry with you too long, I bet. Ash isn't one to hold a grudge. ''''What are you talking about? He's held a grudge against you for centuries!''''Oh, right.”

“Worry not, ice-boy. I already have a plan.” I flashed him my best impish smile, rubbing my hands together. “One brilliant Goodfellow prank, coming right up.” -puck”

“Oy, ice-boy,” the real Puck called, still fighting his two doppelgängers. “Quit playing around with my evil twin—you have your own!”

“Prince,' said Puck's voice, drawing me out of my dark thoughts, back to the present. 'Prince. Oy, ice-boy!”