I don't care what your nose says! The last time you smelled half-blood, it turned out to be a meatloaf sandwich!"
"Meatloaf sandwiches are good! But this is a half-blood scent, I swear. They are on board!"
"Bah, your brain isn't on board!

“Once she was gone, I knelt next to Annabeth and felt her forehead. She was stil…”

“How old is she now?" he asked."Hard to say. She was a tree for a while. Now she…”

“I learned a long time ago: Never bet against Annabeth.”

“Hey Grover! Thorn's kidnapping us! He's a poisonous spike-throwing maniac! Help!”