I hope your bacon burns.

Sorry, I've had enough of running away, Sophie. Now I've got something I want to protect. It's you.

Busy old fool, unruly Sophie

I don’t think I will get married,” Polly said as she stood up. “I’m going to train to be a hero instead.

I've got a hangover!" "No, you hit your head on the floor," Sophie said. Howl rose up on his hands and knees with a scramble. "I can't stay," he said. "I've got to rescue that fool Sophie." "I'm here!" Sophie shook his shoulder. "But so is Mis Angorian! Get up and do something about her!

Every man in Ingary is scared stiff of her. You ought to know how that feels, Sophie dear.

I could cut a star out of paper and drop it.