Alan Tracy: Hey, Dad. That stuff the Hood said, about you leaving him to die. He was lying, right?
Jeff Tracy: No. See, you can't save everyone, Alan. It doesn't matter how hard you try or how brave you are. It doesn't even matter if it's someone you love, someone you'd give your life in a second to save. You just can't save everyone.
Alan Tracy: What was Mom like?
Jeff Tracy: She was a lot like you.
Aidan McRory: Forgive me. Forgive me.
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.
Zenon Kar: That's ridiculous. You're not old until you hit 30.
Proto Zoa: I'm 31.
Tom: So, let's step on the gas and kick some... butt.
Chuck Horner: Is your dad a squid?
Joey: No, sir. My mom.