Look, I don’t care what the Ooga-Boogas do. It sounds like they need a family counselor, not a sniper. (Steele) They’re not Ooga-Boogas, they’re Uhbukistanis. (Syd) Whatever. My personal belief is that we should leave Ooga-Booga Land to the Oomp-Loompas. Let them fight it out with the Snozzwangers, Wangdoogles, and the mean Vermicious Knids. I’d rather go peal carrots with a spoon. (Steele)

I know better than to get in between three women arguing. If you’ll remember, the whole Trojan War started over that. (Wulf)

Can you keep a secret?” “Me and Tupperware, baby. We seal tight. Ain’t nothing going to get out.

So eager to die are you? (Zakar) Not particularly, but I’d rather go down clubbing Kessar than from boredom. (Kat)

Well, if you’re through taunting poor Mike, are you ready to go? (Nick) You give me any lip, little boy, and there won’t be enough left of you to run through a sieve. (Zarek)

Living was okay, but it wasn't the breaths people took that measured a life. It was the moments that took those breaths away that mattered the most. And Dev did that every time he looked at her. Naked or not.

Personally, I wish D. would come after me, I need a good dance partner. My Daimons have lame legs. (Acheron)