You fiddle lucker!' she cried.

I spilled more times than a glass of milk on a roller coaster.

It's just been a long week, that's all."
"It's monday night, Jess."
"My point exactly.

But they're already singing our praises!"
"They are Americans. They toot their horns for anything.

The Rusty Ruins were the remains of an old city, a hulking reminder of back when there'd been way too many people, and everyone was incredibly stupid. And ugly.

Jeez, Hazel," Percy said, "tell your horse to watch his language."
Hazel tried not to laugh. "What did he say?"
"With the cussing removed? He said he can get us to the top."
Frank looked incredulous. "I thought the horse couldn't fly!"
This time Arion whinnied so angrily, even Hazel could guess he was cursing.
"Dude," Percy told the horse, "I've gotten suspended for saying less than that...