Forget the chicken-nugget smoke screen. Percy wanted Leo to invent an anti-dream hat.

He crossed the street toward the man in the trench coat, which left me with two choices: follow my dad and see what was going on, or do what I was told. I decided on the slightly less dangerous path. I went to retrieve my sister

Leo had wanted to paint a giant message on the bottom of the hull-WASSUP? with a smiley-face-but Annabeth had vetoed the idea.

Some pain shouldn’t be wished away so easily. It has to be dealt with, even embraced.

I realized that anyone who dared to hurt me would suffer his full wrath, and Walt wasn’t going to hold him back.

"Percy, you're a brave guy," She said. "Just take the compliment. I swear, is it so hard?"

Once he'd even reprogrammed the electronic billboards in Time Square to read: ALL DA LADIES LUV LEO... accidentally, of course.