“I try to tell myself he’s probably a teddy bear on the inside. But I’m pretty sure that’s not true.”

“Anyone who's ever tried to tangle with a teddy bear cholla knows there's a whole lot more bear than teddy to it.”

“This bear looks well-loved.” He gently lifted the hairless, torn bear that Livia kept in a prominent position on her shelf.“That’s Teddy. He’s my favorite.” Livia felt herself blush.“Obviously. What a lucky bear.” Blake sniffed the frazzled old toy. “He smells just like you.”

“I’m in disguise. I’m disguised as myself, and I’m a master of disguise, so that’s why you couldn’t tell I was in disguise. Not even my clone could tell.”

“Yeah, and Mr. Cuddles is a jealous sort. He doesn’t share us well. (Geary)Does this mean I’ll have to fight him? (Arik)You’d never win. Mr. Cuddles cheats. You think he’s just a pushover teddy bear, but he’s vicious, I tell you. Vicious. (Geary)”

“The favorite game of temperamental people is Try to Guess Why I’m Ticked Off. (Contestant number one, Why do YOU think he’s pissed off? Why, I’m not sure, Bob, but I’m going to go with ‘Because I Left the Faucet Dripping.’ BEEP. I’m sorry, that’s incorrect. The correct answer is: ‘Because You Happen to Exist.’)”