Shut up, Julius! I mean, quiet a moment, Commander.

If you were me, then I'd be you, and if I were you, then I'd hide somewhere far away.

Everyone says that I have no sense of humor, then I construct a perfectly sound pun around a well-known psychological condition, and it is ignored.

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

Careful, Mr. Spiro, guns are dangerous. Especially the end with the hole.

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.

Certainly, Doctor. Let's talk about your chair. Victorian?