Is that how you're going to take me? Scare me into voluntarily coming aboard, then steal my Ice Cube?" "It's always cubes with you," noted Foaly, somewhat randomly. "What's wrong with a nice sphere?

Anything else, Butler?" "The cosh, sir.

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.

The humans were protecting their heritage, or so they thought. Strange that Mud Men seem more concerned about the past than the present.

I'm LEP. A captain. No rent-a-cop gnome is going to stand in the way of my orders.

The Theory of Evolution has more holes in it than a dam made out of Swiss cheese.

Hit that back-stabber where it hurts, right in the ambition.