"I'll have you for lunch. You're a nobody."

"You're psychic! I knew it!"

"Not so fast.  I know you. You're full of tricks. The moment I turn my back, you'll disappear for another three months." 

 "Yes, I'd agree this whole place has gone twirling mad!"

"I'm serious about bad luck. It's funny until it happens to you..." 

"Less tads, less swappers....We're down to forty-six, and only three of them are aided by swappers. It's tragic. I suppose we may live to see the day when they'll all be a thing of the past."

"No worries, honey.  I can keep up with you if you help me." 

"Okay, you're right. Run me through with your sword and get it over with. I admit I was wrong."

"Oh tick-blood!" 

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

"You're not the only one that thinks the Camerons ought to be taught a royal lesson." 

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

 "WE'RE TAKING RAUL DOWN!"

"Quiet as a mouse.  What would he have been shouting about?" 

"He does stuff like that....You ought to come back to Twistyard with us.  It's more fun being a Coosing now that Dod's around..." 

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

 "Oh--that Dod."

 "Yes, that's very true--The Dread--my goodness, I hate thinking of The Dread."

"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 can't tell a soul....I was--uh--someplace I shouldn't have been, and I may have heard--"