Puck stopped his drumming [on his belly] for a brief moment and grinned at Sabrina. I hear they have a lot of plastic surgeons in New York City. If I were you I'd make an appointment for that face as soon as you get there," he quipped. Sabrina scowled and shook a fist at him. "Keep it up, stinkpot, and you're going to need a plastic surgeon yourself." Puck winked. "No need to get all mushy on me, Grimm.

Are you familiar with that play? In fact, we're almost living it!

That's why crazy people are so dangerous. You think they're nice until they're chaining you up in the garage.

I dont know what could possibly distract three pigs enough so that you can get away." Sabrina thought for a moment then grinned. "I know exactly what to do.

How ironic, she thought, as she fell to her certain death, that at that moment she would have given anything to be a giant goose again.

I'm going to teach you the art of swordsmanship-or in other words, how to totally kill someone with a sharp, pointy thing.

I mean, if you could have a wizard grant a wish, would you waste it on going to Kansas?