“I didn't need to be rescued.""Sorry, but my sword outranks your…" she glanced at my hand, "sock puppet.”
“It’s important that my socks match. I don’t want anything that distracts from my sock puppet show. Quiet, now! Show starts in ten seconds.”
“I'm sorry I hurt your hand... With my face.”
“My brother has his swords, I have my books. A mind needs books like a sword needs a whetstone.”
“I'm sorry I hurt your hand...with my face. -Bobby Pendragon”
“We need to have an escape plan."""I'll shoot him," Bradley offered helpfully."He has your gun,"Mary replied. "Oh, then that won't work."Mary sighed. Somehow she didn't think that Bradley's warrior-police guy was coming back anytime soon. "So, how do your legs feel?" she asked. She felt a large hand squeeze her thigh. "Bradley, that was my leg.""Oh, sorry, but what a relief, I thought I had lost feeling in my legs.”