“So...your name means Mr.Underwear."-Frank”

“This is Buford,” Leo announced. “You name your furniture?” Frank asked.”

“Just curious how much I'm going for these days," Leo said. "I mean, I can understand not being as pricey as Percy or Jason, maybe...but am I worth, like, two Franks, or three Franks?”

“Is it fair your life burns so short and bright? Death had asked. "No such thing as fair," Frank told himself. "If I'm going to burn, it might as well be bright.”

“Tyson, Frank is a descendant of Poseidon.""Brother!" Tyson crushed Frank in a hug.Percy stifled a laugh. "Actually he's more like a great-great-...Oh, never mind. Yeah, he's your brother.""Thanks." Frank mumbled through a mouthful of flannel.”

“Frank: "I wish I was ADHD or dyslexic. All I got is lactose intolerance."Percy: "Seriously?"Frank: "And I love ice cream too...”

“It's first owner...well, things didn't turn out too well for her. Her name was Helena.'Piper let that sink in. "Wait, you mean the Helena? Helena of Troy?'Annabeth nodded."And it's just sitting in your toolshed?”