You wouldn't know a clue if it danced in front of you with a T-Shirt that read 'I'm a clue

Butler could kill you a hundred different ways without use of his armoury. Though I'm sure one would be quite sufficient.

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.

Of course. Opal is toying with our emotions for her own gratification. Nothing more. She wishes to place herself in a position of power, emotionally.

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

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

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