Don't you worry about that, Mr. Adamsson. Why don't you head back to Reykjavik and spend some of that extortionate fee you charged me for a couple of hours' usage of your frankly third-rate restaurant and perhaps find a friendless tree stump to listen to your woes?

If Koboi defeats and presumably murders us both then you can consider the debt null and void.

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

Tea? At the beach? No time for luxuries, Holly. There is important work to be done.” He winked at Butler. “Are you sure you’re at the library? I thought I heard water.” Artemis smiled, enjoying the exchange. “Water? Surely not. The only thing flowing here is information.” “Are you grinning, Artemis? For some reason I get the feeling that you’re wearing that smug smile of yours.

Trust me. I'm a genius.

When you've come face-to-face with the dark side of the school yard, life doesn't hold many surprises.

Well, I don't like the first bit and I don't know the last bit. So I'm really hoping the middle bit is exceptional.