“Okay," Annabeth said. "What exactly do you smell?"
"Something bad," Tyson answered.
"Great," Annabeth grumbled. "That clears it up.”

“I know you'll do what's best for Annabeth."
"How can you be sure?"
"Because she'd do the same for you.”

“Annabeth?” Percy said again. “You’re planning something. You’ve got thatlook.”
“I don’t have anlook.”
“Yeah, you totally do. Your eyebrows knit together and your lips press together and—”
“Do you have a pen?” she asked him.”

“The network called up and said 'We piggybacked you on the deal for another show,' I'm like 'Okay, so what you're saying to my writers is that they weren't picked up when they thought they were and now that they are it was because of something that has nothing to do with them. Okay. Great. Stop calling.”

“Annabeth hit a slippery patch of moss and her foot slipped. Fortunately, she found something else to put it against. Unfortunately, that something was my face.”

“Exactly!" said Deep Thought. "So once you do know what the question actually is, you'll know what the answer means.”

“There is no answer. It's okay. But even if it wasn't okay, what am I supposed to do?”

“Annabeth glared at me like she was going to punch me. But she did something that surprised me even more…

She kissed me.”

“I'm so glad you're here," Aphrodite said. "War is coming. Bloodshed is inevitable. So there's really only one thing to do."
"Uh… and that is?" Annabeth ventured.
"Why, have tea and chat, obviously”

“Leo: Rainbows. Very macho.
Annabeth: Butch is our best equestrian, he gets along great with the pegasi.
Leo: Rainbows, ponies…
Butch: I'm gonna toss you off this chariot.”