“I just know once you're over your emotional outbursts, you'll come up with-'I mean if we even had a wheelbarrow, that would be something,' Westley said.”

“I mean if we even had a wheelbarrow, that would be something.”

“Thor pushes the empty wheelbarrow by me and I decide to say something. “Wheelbarrows are great, huh? They make even the lightest loads lighter. Too bad nobody’s invented a wheelbarrow yet that could carry man’s emotional burden.”

“It's okay," I said soothingly. "You're just getting your stride back. Once you're up to full power, I'll go crack a rib or something so we can test it."She groaned. "The horrible part is that I don't think you're joking.”

“Hold on to your divine blush, your innate rosy magic, or end up brown. Once you're brown, you'll find out you're blue. As blue as indigo. And you know what that means. Indigo. Indigoing. Indigone.”

“I know that maniacal twinkle in your eye. You're up to something Gwen," he said.”