Miss Baggoli: Press your bars, children.
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.
Aidan McRory: Forgive me. Forgive me.
Zenon Kar: That's ridiculous. You're not old until you hit 30.
Proto Zoa: I'm 31.
Damian Cunningham: I thought it was from God... who else would have that kind of money?
Tom: So, let's step on the gas and kick some... butt.
Jordan Cahill: You can't blame the location, you can only blame yourself. The suburbs are just a state of mind.
Chuck Horner: Is your dad a squid?
Joey: No, sir. My mom.
Helicopter Pilot: I just love the smell of summer camp in the evening.