Just what we need," moaned Holly. "Artemis Fowl with magical powers.

You guys looking for my dad? People are always, like, looking for him, and he's never around. Daddy is so not here. And I mean that literally and spiritually.

You know, Miss Holly, you look very dramatic like that, backlit by the fire. Very attractive, if I may say so. I know you shared a moment passionne with Artemis which he subsequently fouled up with his typical boorish behavior. Let me just throw something out there for you to consider while we're chasing the probe: I share Artemis's passion but not his boorishness. No pressure; just think about it. This was enough to elicit a deafening moment of silence even in the middle of a crisis, which Orion seemed to be blissfully unaffected by.

People are afraid of you, Arty. Girls are terrified of you. You’re a fifteen-year-old in a bespoke suit, and nobody died.

Friendship isn't a science mudboy. Just do what you think is right.

Confidence is ignorance. If you're feeling cocky, it's because there's something you don't know.

How was your... eh... trip?" Artemis felt the sting of tears in his own eyes. "Um, eventful.