“Say ye love me.Even if its not true, let me keep th' words. -Nate to BertieTell me you love me, at least as much as you love him. -Ariel to Bertie”

“I may hold ye at arm's length....But I want ye t' be mine an' mine alone. - Nate to Bertie, as they danced.”

“He pulled her close. “Someday, I will win your trust, and you will be the one to set me free. I know it.” “I won’t.” Bertie recoiled from both him and the assertion she would do such a thing. “Not ever.”Ariel made no move to touch her again, though his words were a caress. “Don’t make promises you won’t be able to keep.”

“Nate handed it over the expert, and Waschbär examined it in turn, finally concluding with a low whistle. "No, not a diamond. It's a star.""A star?" the fairies chorused."Yer cryin' th' stars from yer eyes." Nate's hands on the reins tightened as he added, "Fer Ariel.”

“And you can call me Bertie. Unexpected use of Beatrice makes me think I'm in trouble.”

“Go t'hell, ye sea-spangled bitch' - Nate”

“Mustardseed grinned at Bertie. "I was never any good at geometry, but you’re stuck in a love triangle, aren’t you?""Shut up," she ordered even as Moth asked, "But what if there were four of them?""That’s a love rectangle, and five people would be a love pentagon.""And what are six people in love?" Cobweb demanded.Mustardseed thought it over a moment. "Manslaughter, I suppose.”