“What's the handle, Zock?”

“...You always know what to do, you always know exactly what to do, you always do exactly what's right for you, and the rest of the world can go hang..”

“And what have I done?" What? WHAT?...You've stolen them." With that, Cornelia fled, but Buttercup understood; she knew who "them" was. The boys. The beef-witted featherbrained rattledskulled clodpated dim-domed noodle-noggined sapheaded lunk-knobbed BOYS.”

“What kind of human person has a favorite eraser?”

“Mawwage. Mawwage is what bwings us together today.”

“Existence was really very simple when you did what you were told.”

“He was the mighty Fezzik, lover of rhymes, and you did not give up, no matter what.”