“You're Dionysus," I said. "The god of wine."Mr. D rolled his eyes. "What do they say these days, Grover? Do the children say 'Well duh!'?"Y-yes, Mr. D."Then, well, duh! Percy Jackson. Did you think I was Aphrodite, perhaps?" You're a god."Yes, child."A god. You.”
“Are you suggesting that the gods have trouble acting together, young lady?" Dionysus asked.Yes, Lord Dionysus."Mr. D nodded. "Just checking. You're right, of course. Carry on.”
“Mr. D," Grover asked timidly, "if you're not going to eat it, could I have your Diet Coke can?”
“Suppose you ask God for a miracle and God says yes, very well. How do you live the rest of your life?”
“Well, duh. You're cuter than she is." He said it like he might say, Grass is green or, Gravity works.”
“Did you just roll your eyes at me?""Yes, I did and you better get used to it if you're going to say stupid things.”