“Hey Grover! Thorn's kidnapping us! He's a poisonous spike-throwing maniac! Help!”
“Hey, guys!" Grover yelled somewhere above us. "I think she's unconscious!""Roooaaarrr!""Maybe not," Grover corrected.”
“Can't we kidnap Old Jethro, force him to help us, then vanquish him and the healer?"Bran choked on his drink.”
“You throw thorns, falling in my silence they become flowers.”
“Spike Spiegel: Hey, Jet, did you know that there are three things that I hate?Jet Black: Whatever...Spike Spiegel: Kids... animals... and women with atitude.Jet Black: Oh?Spike Spiegel: So why do we have all three neatly gathered on our ship!”
“This is your sword. You press the pointy end into the enemy. Try not to let him make eye contact with you and remember, he spits invisible poison. (Thorn)”