Quotes About Artemis

Artemis: Right, brothers. Onward. Imagine yourself seated at a cafe in Montmartre. Myles: In Paris. Artemis: Yes, Paris. And try as you will, you cannot attract the waiter's attention. What do you do? Beckett: Umm...tell Butler to jump-jump-jump on his head? Myles: I agree with simple-toon. Artemis: No! You simply raise one finger and say clearly 'ici, garcon.' Beckett: Itchy what?

Me, Artemis blurted. I'm the nut. Artemis could have sworn the squid winked at him before bringing the five-ton chunk of spacecraft swinging down toward the morsel of meat in its blue shell. I'm the nut! Artemis shouted again, a little hysterically, it must be said.

So, what did you get for me? Angeline paused for a beat. Jeans. What? croaked Artemis. And a T-shirt.

So if you're not Artemis Fowl, then who are you? The boy extended a dripping hand straight up. My name is Orion. I am so pleased to meet you at last. I am, of course, your servant. Holly shook the proferred hand, thinking that manners were lovely, but she really needed someone cunning and ruthless right now, and this kid didn't appear to be very cunning.

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?

Artemis Fowl will never be secondary. I thought you were Artemis Fowl the Second? said Holly.

I just pulled a pretty big job and needed to hide out for awhile. ...Where's all the loot? That, as my cousin Nord would say, is where my improvised lie falls apart. Artemis put two and two together and arrived at a very unpleasant four. You were here to rob me! No, I wasn't. How dare you?!

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.

Waitress: And to drink? Artemis: Spring water. Irish, if you have it. And no ice, please. As your ice is no doubt made from tap water, which rather defeats the purpose of spring water.

She can't afford to commit more troops,' Holly whispered. 'The gate is her priority, and she needs to have as many Berserkers watching her back as possible. We are secondary at this point.' 'That will be her undoing,' Artemis gasped, already suffering under the weight of the flak jacket. 'Artemis Fowl will never be secondary.' 'I thought you were Artemis Fowl the Second?' said Holly.

Have you ever heard of the theory of relativity? Artemis blinked. Is this a joke? I have traveled through time, Doctor. I think I know a little something about relativity.

A metaphorical weight lifted from his allegorical chest and Artemis Fowl felt himself again.

The craft's occupants clutched their armrests, and more than one of them closed their eyes. But not Artemis. He couldn't. There was something morbidly fascinating about flying into an uncharted tunnel at a reckless speed with only a kleptomaniac dwarf's word for what lay at the other end.

Tea? At the beach? No time for luxuries, Holly. There is important work to be done." He winked at Butler. "Are you sure you're at the library? I thought I heard water." Artemis smiled, enjoying the exchange. "Water? Surely not. The only thing flowing here is information." "Are you grinning, Artemis? For some reason I get the feeling that you're wearing that smug smile of yours.

Just what we need, moaned Holly. Artemis Fowl with magical powers.

So, let's make a deal: If you do not voice all the withering comments about the weight or uselessness of this jacket that are no doubt swirling in that big brain of yours, then I will not mention the super-laser episode again. Agreed? This jacket is really cutting into my shoulders, thought Artemis. And it's so heavy that I could not outrun a slug. But he said, Agreed.

Holly, do you trust me?" Holly groaned. "Artemis, don't ask me that. I just know one of your outrageous plans is coming." "Do you trust me?" "Yes," Holly sighed. "I do. More than anyone.

Artemis said, I don't like lollipops. It was a woefully inadequate response, and Artemis was instantly appalled with himself. Pathetic really. I don't like lollipops. No self respecting criminal mastermind would be caught dead using the word lollipops. He really would have to put together a database of witty responses for occasions such a this.

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's a gem, sir. I wish I had one just like him. He rattled the ring of keys on Artemis's belt. And what are these? Artemis scratched his head. Uh, keys?

Hey," snapped Holly. "This is not the time to blame Artemis." "Thank you," said Artemis. "Finally." "There will be plenty of time to blame Artemis later, when this is resolved.

Artemis took a chance on some calculated sarcasm. "Really, Spiro. Did you think I would attempt a break-in? Perhaps you thought I would fly in here with my fairy friends and magic your box away?" Spiro laughed. "You can bring all the fairy friends you like, Arty-boy. Short of a miracle that Cube is staying right where it is.

You didn't foresee a troll-riding dwarf pushing your plane down the runway. You must be losing your touch, Artemis." He

Artemis had once seen Holly get into a fistfight with another elf who said her hair looked pretty, because she thought he was being sarcastic, as she was sporting a fresh crew cut on that particular day. Holly didn't go on many dates. Holly