“Um, dad?" I called "How's it going?"
"Percy!" Annabeth whispered. "We're in a hurry!”

“Annabeth: Hey, Seaweed Brain.
Percy: Will you stop calling me that?
Annabeth: You know you love it.”

“Dad? Um, listen. I have kind of a crazy story for you….”

“Call me crazy for asking this, but, um, are Lissa and I going with you?"
"No"
"No?"
"No.”

“On it!” Hazel said. “Go, Frank!” Dragon Frank veered to the left with Annabeth in one claw yelling, “Let’s get ’em!” and Percy in the other claw screaming, “I hate flying!”

“Calvin's Dad: I don't think I'd have been in such a hurry to reach adulthood if I'd known the whole thing was going to be ad-libbed.”

“Me, I’m late to meet my girlfriend. Annabeth is going to kill me.
Hope you enjoyed the stories. Stay safe out there, demigods.
Peace from Manhattan,
Percy Jackson”

“So," Annabeth said, "are you going to argue about me coming along?"
"Nah. You'd just beat me up." Percy said.
She managed a laugh, which was good to hear”

“Love, love, love, says Percy.
And hurry as fast as you can
along the shining beach, or the rubble, or the dust.

Then, go to sleep.
Give up your body heat, your beating heart.
Then, trust.”

“Percy: Dad-

Poseidon: Very well! It shall be as you say. But my son, pray this works.

Percy: I'm praying, I'm talking to you, right?

Poseidon: Oh… yes. Good point.”