You can’t just go in swingin’ these days. You’ve got to have smarts. Me and Iyarra? We’ve got brains we ain’t even used yet.

Look, Mister, if you wanna call yourself Grunthaar and run around the woods in a loincloth all day, that’s all very well, but don’t expect supper to be waiting when you get home.

[He] had introduced himself as a tax collector, and the conversation had gone downhill from there.

Just because we don’t eat them doesn’t mean we have to stand there and let them eat us.

Sugar, when a plan works, for pity’s sake, don’t question it!

...his face had the look of a twelve-year-old on a field trip to a fireworks factory.

There might be no rest for the wicked, but they likely had less paperwork than the virtuous.