(..) They're only pixies. -You just stay there! -Please, get me down! -Get off me! -Stop. Hold still! l'll ask you three to just nip the rest of them back into their cage. What do we do now? Why is it always me? l spent the summer devising a whole new Quidditch program. (..)

(..) MAN : Fuck, yeah! MAN : Hell, yeah! You're goddamn right we are. Come here! Don't you know it's against the law to hire border-jumpers, you nip bastard? Fuck that! Fuck that! Sweetheart. No, you don't need this. We're not gonna hurt you. Please! Please, no! You fucking spic! (..)

(..) This is not going to work, Little Chef! I'm going to lose it if we do this anymore. We've got to figure out something else. Something that doesn't involve any biting, or nipping, or running up and down my body with your little rat feet. The biting! No! Scampering! No! No scampering or scurrying. (..)