Quotes About Holly

alighted near Hazel and Fiver. "How's Holly?" asked Hazel. "'E sad," said Kehaar. "'E say you no come back." Then he added, "Mees Clover, she ready for mudder." "That's good," said Hazel. "Is anyone doing anything about it?" "Ya, ya, ees all to fight." "Oh, well, I suppose it'll sort itself out.

The holly green, the ivy green The prettiest picture you've ever seen Is Christmas in Killarney With all of the folks at home.

Be merry all, be merry all, With holly dress the festive hall; Prepare the song, the feast, the ball, To welcome merry Christmas.

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?

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?

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

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.

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 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

That's not how it works, Foaly. Consultants don't give orders to captains." "We have a Koboi sighting coming through on a satellite. It's a live feed," countered the technical consultant. "We're on our way," said Holly, severing the connection.

Holly. In the name of all the gods, stop shooting energy into all-energy beings. Just how stupid are you? The bots quivered and meshed, growing larger and more aggressive.

Holly took a moment to study a painting that dominated one wall. 'Oh, give me a break,' she said. The picture was in oils. Completely white. There was a brass plaque beneath. It read 'Snow Ghost'.

Artemis smiled grimly. And for a moment, he felt like his old, conniving self, before Holly and his mother had introduced him to their pesky moral codes.

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.

Great, thought Holly. No matter what dimension you're in, there's a big-headed male trying to take over the world.

Tell me,' Artemis said, his voice still weak. 'How do I know you?' And so Holly began her story: 'It all started in Ho Chi Minh City one summer. It was sweltering by anyone's standards. Needless to say, Artemis Fowl would not have been willing to put up with such discomfort if something extremely important had not been at stake. Important to the plan Ã¢â'¬Â¦

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.

Holly, vertrouw je me?' Holly kreunde. 'Artemis, vraag dat nou niet. Ik weet gewoon dat je nu weer met een van je waanzinnige plannen komt.' 'Vertrouw je me?' 'Ja,' verzuchtte Holly. 'Ja, meer dan wie ook.

Fowl! Aan de voet! - Holly, tegen Artemis

Daar zaten we echt op te wachten,' kreunde Holly. 'Artemis Fowl met toverkracht.

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

Ze kunnen het huis niet binnengaan voor Fowl dood is. Het is een soort extreme allergische reactie. Dat betekent, geloof het of niet, dat betekent...' 'Dat ze het hebben gered,' maakte Holly zijn zin af. 'Hij leeft. Artemis Fowl leeft.' 'D'Arvit,' kreunde Root, en hij kwakte nog een portie kots op de terracotta tegels.

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.