We get an apartment together, and after a whirlwind courtship you marry my sister and honeymoon in Vegas.

If things go badly for me tonight, I want you to stay with Mr. Wynter; he will pay you a decent wage.” “Will he make me bathe?” “No, he will debate the matter with you until you decide to wash.” “Ah. One of those.

And it's amazing how much noise people ignoring each other can make.

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

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

Im riding a troll! i was born to do this,and steal stuff, and EAT LOADS!

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.