I tried to think of something to say. Excuse me? Hello? Marry me? Anything would have done.

I whistled. "You have evil thoughts for a goat.

I'm not good with children," the god confessed. "Or people. Well, any organic life forms, really.

I didn't answer, but, please - nothing is obvious with boys. For such simple creatures, they are quite baffling.

Percy: Don't I get a kiss for luck? It's kind of a tradition, right? Annabeth: Come back alive, Seaweed Brain. Then we'll see.

I can’t believe Sadie’s going to let me have the last word. Our experience together must’ve really taught her something. Ow, she just hit me. Never mind.

Very well! It shall be as you say. But my son, pray this works. I am praying. I'm talking to you, right? Oh...yes. Good point. Amphitrite - incoming!