“Oh, come off it. That surly cunt is squirming like a snake.” “Could there be some sort of Freudian symbolism in your choice of similes?”“What?” “Forget it...”

“Tis but a scratch!""A scratch? Your arm's off!""No it isn't.""Then what's that?""Oh come on, pansy!”

“A female is essentially a cunt, the pure purpose of the female is cunt, but a woman, a wife, is a cunt with a mouth, a man has to reckon with. It's a sobering fact: you start off with a cunt, you wind up with mouth. You wind up with your widow-to-be.”

“Lief. That's not nice, considering all your sister has done for you," admonished Perl."Oh right. How could I forget that she made me bait for a snake, left me on house arrest in Ixia, and smuggled me into the Keep in a coffin.”

“Will you promise to keep this to yourself, to not tell anyone of what we are?” By his words you’d think he was giving me a choice. Like I could say,no deal, honey bunch, I’m off to shout your secret from the rooftops, and he’d be like, oh no please don’t do that. Inreality, he’d have to kill me.”

“Oh bats, oh bats, oh snacks with wings–Come and hear how Taggle sings!Oh squirm, oh squeak, my wriggly bats–You'll make a gift for lady cats!”