Worst of all, the inner vault is guarded by a live dragon, attended by fifty naked women armed with poisoned spears, each of them sworn to die in Requin's service. All redheads. -You're just making that up, Jean.
Throwing blondes at Locke Lamora was not unlike throwing lettuce at sharks.
I suspect this is all gonna end in screaming and drowning
Yeah, but if I don't start my nervous pacing now, I'll never have it all done in time.
When the sky’s falling, I take shelter under bullshit.
When you see the crooked Warden," said Locke, twisting something in his hands, "tell hi that Lock Lamora learns slowly, but he learns well. And when you see my friends, you tell them that there are more of you on the way.