A genius. A criminal mastermind. A millionaire. And he is only twelve years old.

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

I don't like lollipops.

Satan was crouched in the corner of his office, playing a gameboy, 'Die alien scum' he was saying feverishly.

Foaly: Anyone see you come in here? Holly: The FBI, CIA, NSA, DEA, MI6. Oh, and the EIB. Foaly: The EIB? Holly: (smirking) Everyone in the building.

Stupid. Stupid. Foaly, we are both imbeciles. I don't expect lateral thinking from the LEP, but from you..." ... "What is it?" [Holly] asked, afraid of the answer, which must surely be terrible. "Yeah," agreed Foaly, who always had time to feel insulted. "Why am I an imbecile?

Argh? Pathetic and inarticulate. Nice combination. Your mothers must be so proud.