There were only two men on the planet better educated in the various martial arts than Butler, and he was related to one of them. The other lived on an island in the South China Sea, and spent his days meditating and beating up palm trees. You had to feel sorry for the B'wa Kell.

I can't imagine what they're planning. But I can tell you two things. We won't like it, and it won't be legal.

Artemis: Holly, how did you find me? Holly: Oh, I saw a huge explosion and wondered: now, who could that be?

...Hardly. A ragged apron does not a waiter make.

Sometimes plans don't translate smoothly from paper to real life.

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

Remember this? You gave it to me for ensuring your trigger finger got reattached to your hand. You said it would remind me of that spark of decency inside me. I'm trying to do something decent now, Captain.