Quotes About Foaly

Look! said Foaly, pointing with some urgency into the vast steel-gray gloom, Someone who cares!

to Foaly) Captain Short's life is in danger, so push the button before I climb that tower and push it with your face!

Orion:Oh, how I pray that dragon will turn 'round so that I may smite it. Foaly: Smite it with what? Your secret birthmark? Orion: Don't you mock my birthmark, which I may or may not have.

Too much damned TV. Thinks he's Sherlock Holmes. That's professor Moriarty, corrected Foaly. Holmes, Moriarty, they both look the same with the flesh scorched off their skulls.

He threw his head back and sang, 'I am a centaur, yes, a centaur is what I am.' It's not like you to wax, Artemis Foaly is singing, said Holly. Surely that's illegal?

Onscreen, Foaly rubbed his eyelids with his index fingers. Yeah, yeah. Here we go. Captain Short goes rogue once more. Hands up who's surprised. Anyone?

Foaly twitched his tail contentedly. Genius. No point in being humble about it.

Now I can do the bolts, she slurred. I've been trying to focus enough magic all week. The magic shifted and swirled, finally etching a picture in the air. It was a rough picture of Foaly, and he was laughing. I hate you, centaur! screamed Opal, lunging toward, and then through, the insubstantial image. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and then she collapsed, snoring, on the floor. Artemis straightened his tie. Freud, he was certain, would have a field day with that.

The miracle of modern science. The LEP pours millions into your department, Foaly, and all you can do is send Mud Boys to the toilet.

Mulch's tongue lolled out, resting on the centaur's neck. Mmm, he mumbled around his tongue. Horse. Tasty Let's go, said Foaly nervously. Let's go right now.

What's this? he inquired, none too pleasantly. A circus? No, Julius. It's the end of the circus. I see. And these are the clowns? Foaly's head poked through the doorway. Pardon me for interrupting your extended circus metaphor, but what the hell is that?

Stupid. Stupid. Foaly, we are both imbeciles. I don't expect lateral thinking from the LEP, but from you... ... What is it? [Holly] asked, afraid of the answer, which must surely be terrible. Yeah, agreed Foaly, who always had time to feel insulted. Why am I an imbecile?

Commander: What's that? Foaly: It's a finger, what does look like?

That's what I thought. When I looked that human in the face. I figured he was either a genius or crazy." Artemis's cool eyes glared at them from the screen. "So which is it?" asked Foaly. "A genius or crazy?" Root grabbed his tri-barreled blaster from the gun rack. "What's the difference?

Wasn't there a plasma cannon back here somewhere?" "No. You donated that to the orphanage." Foaly did not waste time wondering why he would have donated a plasma cannon to an orphanage but instead kept digging through the junk in the van.

Orion sniffed. "Good. Then, worthy centaur, perhaps you could give me a ride to the village on your back. Then I can make a few pennies with my verses while you build us a shack and perform circus tricks for passersby." This was such a surprising statement that Foaly briefly considered jumping into the hole to get away.

That's what I thought. When I looked that human in the face, I figured he was either a genius or crazy.' Artemis's cool eyes glared at them from the screen. 'So which is it?' asked Foaly. 'A genius or crazy?' Root grabbed his tri-barreled blaster from the gun rack. 'What's the difference?' he snapped, strapping his trusty weapon to his hip.

Holly reeled in her piton cord. 'The miracle of modern science. The LEP pours millions into your department, Foaly, and all you can do is send Mud Boys to the toilet.

Weet je, juffrouw Holly, je ziet er heel dramatisch uit zo met dat vuur achter je. Heel aantrekkelijk als ik zo vrij mag zijn. Ik weet dat je een moment passionné met Artemis hebt gehad...' … Foaly nam als eerste weer het woord. 'Wat sta je daar nou te kijken, kapitein Short? Wat gaat er op dit moment door je hoofd? Niet nadenken, gewoon zeggen.

The pod groaned and complained, fifty-year-old rivets threatening to pop. Holly shook her head. The first thing she was going to do on her return was kick Foaly straight in the hairy behind. She felt like a nut inside a shell, between a gnome's molars. Doomed.

Probeer je te suggereren dat ik wel eens buiten mijn boekje ga?' vroeg Holly, die van het idee alleen blijkbaar al gruwelde. Foaly gniffelde. 'Ik probeer te suggereren dat je misschien niet zelf een exemplaar van het boekje hebt en dat je het, mocht je er wel een hebben, in elk geval nog nooit hebt opengedaan.

The miracle of modern science. The LEP pours millions into your department, Foaly, and all you can do is send Mud Boys to the toilet.