No, see the slide’s too high. He could fall and get a concussion. (Wulf) Forget that. He could rack himself on the teeter-totter. (Chris) Teeter-totter nothing. The swings are a choking hazard. Whose idea was it for him to have this? (Urian)

Grudges seldom hurt anyone except the one bearing them.

I swear it on Solin’s life. (Arik) Uh, excuse me? (Solin) I would, but there’s truly no excuse for you. (Arik)

Are we all ready? (Deimos) (Letting out a blood-chilling war cry, he and the rest of the Dolophoni ran through the caverns.) I hate their dramatics…and their decibel level. (M'Adoc)

You gonna keep staring at me, Great Acheron, or are you ready to chew me a new one?

You know, I would date, if I could find a man worth shaving my legs for. (Grace)

Joy, oh joy. He’d rather have his entrails pulled out through his nostrils.’ (Fang)