Puck flapped up to the happy couple. "Wait a minute! You have to ask someone to marry you? No one told me that! I thought you just hit them with a club and dragged them back to your cave!" Henry put his arm around Sabrina. "You're officially grounded from ever getting married." "Thank you," Sabrina whispered sincerely.

And who are you supposed to be? the King of snot-nosed delinquents?

I ate her cooking for eighteen years," he whispered. "You get used to it." "Oh yeah, when?" "I think it happened around the seventeenth year," Henry said.

Keep your paws off my fiancèe, you flea-ridden stray!

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

He turned into a rhinocerous," Ms. Smirt said. "He does that," Sabrina said.

Trickster, love will be the end of you.