“Some people call me sick and twisted. I feel that I'm neither; I am instead a Romantic.”

“He called me a piece of cow poop!""Oh, really?" I raised an eyebrow."Yeah! I was just talking to him, and he was all, 'Bull crap!”

“He's a Nethanderal! Behold the might of my caveman!"Mrs. Isaacs looked up at me, "I believe they're called 'Neanderthals', Hon."I looked down at my watercolor caveman, making a face as I felt like a Nethanderal, painting the wall of my cave. "Neanderthal just sounds so...Archaic.”

“We might be dumb, y'all, but we have some pretty great ideas.”

“(about terrible vision) Eyes don't suck, they cry. If you really must know, your mouth sucks, especially once you get a straw. Feel the sucky power!”

“I zigga zumba!”

“Don’t go any farther, Miss Marina,” warned Stanley, a half-grin on his face. “ ‘Tempt ye not the dragon’s wrath when his claws are yet to retreat.’ Dragon claws ya just can’t mess with.”