“Well, Luce, my dear, you may have gone to boarding school parties, but you've never seen a throw-down like reform school kids do it.”

“Wayside school is falling down, falling down, falling down,Wayside school is falling down my fair lady.Kids go splat as they hit the ground, hit the ground, hit the ground,Kids go splat as the hit the ground my fair lady.Broken bones and blood and gore, blood and gore, blood and gore,Broken bones and blood and gore my fair lady.We don't have to go to school no more, school no more, school no more,We don't have to go to school no more my fair lady.”

“My name is Percy Jackson. I'm twelve years old. Until a few months ago, I was a boarding student at Yancy Academy, a private school for troubled kids in upstate New York.Am I a troubled kid?Yeah. You could say that.”

“Don't marry a man to reform him - that's what reform schools are for.”

“I mean, really. Who sends their kid to boarding school? It's so Hogwarts. Only mine doesn't have cute boy wizards or magic candy or flying lessons.”

“Hazel grew up - did four years in grammar school, four years in reform school, and didn't learn a thing in either place. Reform schools are supposed to teach viciousness and criminality but Hazel didn't pay enough attention.”