[Tony Stark] – Egy ezüst érme? Nem értem.
[Fenegyerek] – Ezzel együtt akkor már harmincegy ezüstöd van, nem? Aludj jól, Júdás!
Sour milk, always an ill omen.
… of course, should you choose to live as a mortal, you will… live as a mortal, for better and worse. You'll grow older, at the same rate they do. Your powers will fade, over the years, the way paintings do in the sun… Your whole life will be less… I don't want to say remarkable…
Merciful Mephistopheles, Hilda, witches are incapable of producing tears, so don't even try.
… because our Dark Lord detests flour and salt – (since bread is what Christians eat, and, therefore, intolerable to him) – these wafers are made from crushed crickets, and spiders, and flies… so swallow fast, Sabrina, if you don't want to taste them.
There's a forgetting spell I learned one summer in Montreal.
You don't forget facts, you forget the emotion attached to the facts.