Thorn. "30 dracmas a ticket, 50 for a front-row seat?"

Thorn. "Mmmmm. What a beautiful day!"

Thorn. "Hey, Dragon? How come you let those monsters get away? Can't you breathe fire?"

Thorn. "Hold it! Hold it! What's wrong?"

Thorn. "Hey, boys, I just saw Gran'ma in the kitchen"

Thorn. "Once we get through this swampland, we'll start uphill and be half-way to your home, little bear!"

Thorn. "What's going on here?"

Thorn. That night, while Phoney Bone escorts Thorn to meet Reverend Foulword, the defeated rat creatures return to their lair…

Thorn. "Come, come. Which IS it? Are you with them or…HIM?"