“I'm sorry Finn. I'm a wooden-headed dummy.' Don't be so hard on yourself,' said Finn. 'You're just a straw-brained scarecrow.”

“One of the lines in Finn's code is that you're not to say anything about Finn being attractive to the opposite sex. I'm not sure which exact statue governs this, but it's closely related to the one that won't let you thank him. Something about compliments and Finn don't work.”

“I'm a big girl, Finn.”

“Finn smiled ruefully. "I'm a Prisoner, old man. Just like you.”

“Scarecrow: I haven't got a brain... only straw. Dorothy: How can you talk if you haven't got a brain? Scarecrow: I don't know... But some people without brains do an awful lot of talking... don't they? Dorothy: Yes, I guess you're right.”

“You turned red all over, Finn," Aiden said helpfully. "So did Teagan. As red as Kool-Aid."The back of Finn's neck went from pink lemonade to Blastin' Berry Cherry."Yeah," Aiden said. "Like that.""I don't want to talk about it," Finn said.”