We lost the crickets.

I am charging you with the protection of my mother and friends, not to mention keeping my younger self off the Internet. He is as dangerous as Opal.

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

Play along, the wink said. I'll get you out of this. At least Artemis hoped this was what his wink communicated and not something like 'Any chance of another kiss later?

And I will not be beaten by that jackass." "Jackass?" said Foaly, wounded. "My favorite uncle is a jackass.

Artemis ducked. Cudgeon didn't. Guess what? Artemis was smarter.

I wear a name tag to help people find me. It saves time when you're dealing with idiots.