"You putrid, loathing, degenerate snake!" 

"Of course he is dricking you....Look ad him."

"...all of Raul should be proud of the way you fight.  You're the best I've ever trained.  Your father would be proud." 

"Oh tick-blood!" 

"I'd imagine all sorts of foolish articles will post about me--how I hate noble billies. They'll claim the most absurd things..." 

"Oh, it shouldn't be that hard.  There's always something for getting something else." 

"I don't know. It's a massive ball of trouble--its legs flailing, its razor-sharp claws slicing....I know this for sure--it's not meant to be here in Green."

"As you can all see, I'm a fortunate man indeed..." 

"You'll bring me there next time, won't you, Cole?"

 "Show them you're a Chantolli, my boy!  Show them!"

 "Don't forget, you're not alive until you're really living."

"You've lost your freshy-mind, fool!  Now we're both out of the game!" 

"We're thinking about starting our own trio." 

"Fourteen? You're hardly weaned. Where's your mother? I should expect she is worried stiff that you've escaped your crib....Perhaps you've lost your way..."

 "You really don't have to do this...if you fall and get hurt, we'll all be in trouble--eyeball deep."

"It's a great day to jilt the boockards out of Raul." 

"Ludicrous!  Stand back....You're telling me he's a threat?" 

"Look ad you self, puny, ugly worm!" 

"I'm sorry, Ingrid.  As a mayler, I think I'm more needed on that untamed horse." 

"I think part of me has already fallen asleep--not because of your stories, they're wonderful.  I just have--ah--a problem with my legs."