“Har. Bloody. Har.”
“Har. Bloody. Har."He smiles. "Oh, I see. Known me less than a day and teasing me about my accent. What's next? Care to discuss the state of my hair? My height? My trousers?"Trousers. Honestly.”
“Den der har evnen, har også forpligtelsen”
“Tu hi to har pal bandha haiLamhon ki inn zanjeeron meinTu hi to har dum raha haiKhwaabon ki har taaberon meinTu hi to har din dikha haiDhundli ujli tasveeron mein”
“Har, har. You're a borderline fucktard, you know that? Torin to Strider”
“Tell me this isn't permanent""No, you have to give me my weapon back at the end."Har-har, hardy-har-har. "I'm talking to Jim.""No, it's not," the angel answered from out of Veck's mouth. "I can get free as easily as I got in.""You sure about that?""Nope.""Fabulous.”