Wendy: Why are you staring at me? Finn: Because you're standing in front of me.

I heard you're campaigning on my behalf." He walked over to me. "That wouldn't be because you'd miss me too much if I were gone,would it?" "Don't be absurd," I scoffed. "I don't condone murder, even for people like you." "People like me,huh?" He cocked an eyebrow. "You mean devilishly handsome, debonair young men who come to sweep rebellious princesses of their feet?" "You came to kidnap me, not sweep me off my feet," I said,but he waved his hand at the idea. "Semantics.

Sometimes it seems to me that that’s all my life has been, a series of things that I loved deeply that I could never have.

Can I cut off your head?" "Are you asking for my permission?

You don't want me here, I don't wanna be here, so why am I here?

At that moment I didn't particularly care if a band of raging marauders tried to do her in,but if there were frequent attacks on her "castle," I thought I should know.

I’m not a bloody cockroach. What’s all this about? What are you trying to find out?