“I kind of wish they’d shut up,” Jack said.“Dude, true dat,” Lend answered.Jack nodded solemnly. “For serious.”

“Why there you are, Stephen,' cried Jack. 'You are come home, I find.'That is true,' said Stephen with an affectionate look: he prized statements of this kind in Jack.”

“I think that nonexistent mythological creature just broke some of your toes," Jack said.Oh, shut up," said Charles”

“Doode," George said.He'd practiced all morning but still didn't get it quite right. "Nope, more u, less oo. Duuude.""Dude.""Dude.""Okay, dude." George nodded. "How's it hanging?" Jack asked. "How am I supposed to answer that?" George looked at him. "I don't think Kaldar said anything about that. I guess 'good'? I don't get it. What's hanging anyway?"George shook his head. "Your stuff, you nimwit."His stuff...Oh. Ha! "In that case, it's hanging long!" Jack dissolved in giggles. "Long, get it?”

“Well, that’s interesting,” I said.“What’s interesting?” Jack called from the other room.“Something is interesting?” Lend shouted.“No! Nothing!”

“Jack throws his hands up. “Okay, is this some kind of a joke? Seriously, you are being the voice of reason here? I can’t handle this. Please start freaking out.”