Knock yourself out... Or rather, don't.

Artemis: (shocked) Why, Doctor? This is a sensitive area. For all you know I could be suffering from depression. Doctor Po: I suppose you could. Is that the case? Artemis: (head in hands) It's my mother, Doctor. Doctor Po: Yes? Artemis: My mother, she... Doctor Po: Your mother, yes? Artemis: She forces me to endure this ridiculous therapy when the school's so-called counsellors are little better than misguided do-gooders with degrees.

Tea? At the beach? No time for luxuries, Holly. There is important work to be done.” He winked at Butler. “Are you sure you’re at the library? I thought I heard water.” Artemis smiled, enjoying the exchange. “Water? Surely not. The only thing flowing here is information.” “Are you grinning, Artemis? For some reason I get the feeling that you’re wearing that smug smile of yours.

Commander: What's that? Foaly: It's a finger, what does look like?

A pity to survive night flights over St. Georges Channel only to crack my skull falling from a ladder.

I do like to read in bed, but because I have two kids I'm often forced to read in the bathroom.

I'm right there with you, darlin'. Unless you step on a landmine, in which case I'm way back in the Operations Room.