Uncle Max: I flinched, when I should have scurried.
Aidan McRory: Forgive me. Forgive me.
Tom: So, let's step on the gas and kick some... butt.
Zenon Kar: That's ridiculous. You're not old until you hit 30.
Proto Zoa: I'm 31.
Mr. Torvald: I will also split you up into four groups. Yes, I still count on my fingers. One for each part in the obnoxiously contrapuntal harmony at the end of the book. This is gonna drive you nuts, but when you nail it, it feels good.
Chuck Horner: Is your dad a squid?
Joey: No, sir. My mom.