Waitress: "And to drink?" Artemis: "Spring water. Irish, if you have it. And no ice, please. As your ice is no doubt made from tap water, which rather defeats the purpose of spring water.

In my experience, boys are predictable. As soon as they think of something, they do it. Girls are smarter—they plan ahead. They think about not getting caught.

No matter what dimension you're in, there's a big-headed male trying to take over the world.

Now before we get into anything, ladies, no scratching, no spitting and no tattling to mummy.

If I win, I'm a prodigy. If I lose, then I'm crazy. That's the way history is written.

Her glare was so intense that you completely forgot she was wearing pink.

Listen to me, goblin. You're stupid, let's accept that and move on.