"You're psychic! I knew it!"

"You putrid, loathing, degenerate snake!" 

"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."

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

"I thought I told you to run, boy!  Apparently my legs work just fine."

"I guess that's what you get for sleeping in.  You're a link left out of the chain." 

"They were busy helping Boot's mommy...or is that his girlfriend?"

"You putrid, loathing, degenerate snake!" 

"I'd rather dig ditches at Twistyard than be eating maggot puke here in Driaxom." 

"I almost didn't recognize you with a shirt on." 

"If you've brought us all the way over here to show us the insides of that thing, I'm not going to be pleased." 

 "...The Beast is really close!  Watch out, Boot!"

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

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

"Whoa, Zippod! Cool down." 

"He's old enough to know what he wants, rich enough to buy what he wants, and powerful enough to win whomever he wants. He's got the tri-trumpous!" 

"Dod, you must be made of something more durable than I am. It's your lucky feet, I guess." 

"Please, please, please be alive."

 "WE'RE TAKING RAUL DOWN!"

"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..."