“Hope," Frank grumbled. "I'd rather have a few good weasels.”

“I'd like to have money. And I'd like to be a good writer. These two can come together, and I hope they will, but if that's too adorable, I'd rather have money.”

“Thank you, Daniel, that is very good to know. But if staying here means working within 10 yards of you, frankly, I'd rather have a job wiping Saddam Hussein's arse.”

“Bridget: Thank you, Daniel, that is very good to know. But if staying here means working within 10 yards of you, frankly, I'd rather have a job wiping Saddam Hussein's arse.”

“That's because we keep weapons int the attic, silly boy. Do you think this is the first time monsters have attacked our family?""Weapons," Frank grumbled. "Right. I've never handled weapons before."Grandmother's nostrils flared. "Was that sarcasm, Fai Zhang?""Yes, Grandmother.""Good. There may be hope for you yet.”

“That's because we keep weapons in the attic, silly boy. Do you think this is the first time monsters have attacked our family?""Weapons," Frank grumbled. "Right. I've never handled weapons before."Grandmother's nostrils flared. "Was that sarcasm, Fai Zhang?""Yes, Grandmother.""Good. There may be hope for you yet.”