“If you make me lunch," he said, "will you put it in a brown paper bag?...Because when I see kids come to school with their lunch in a paper bag, that means that someone cares about them. Miss Laura, can I please have my lunch in a paper bag?”

“I can't multiply myself out of a paper bag. But when it comes to roots, I'm your man.”

“The brown paper bag is the only thing civilized man has produced that does not seem out of place in nature.”

“Tyson- "Cash? Like...green paper?"Percy- "Yeah."Tyson- "Like the kind in duffel bags?"Percy-"Yeah, but we lost those bags days a-g-g--." "Tyson! How did you--"Tyson- "Thought it was a feed bag for Rainbow. Found it floating in sea, but only paper inside. Sorry.”

“You know,” he says, peeking inside the bag. “It’s okay. Because ham and cheese is my absolute favorite…and an apple? It’s like, the lunch of champions.” I stifle another yawn. “It doesn’t get much better than that, right?” “Only if you were eating with me,” he says.”

“Well, you won't unless you come to lunch with me," Cal said. "I'm holding it for ransom. There's a gunto its heel right now.""I have lunch at my desk," Min began, and thought,Oh, for crying out loud, could I beany morepathetic ?"Emilio is experimenting with a lunch menu. He needs you. I need you.”