And who are you supposed to be? the King of snot-nosed delinquents?

By the way, you don't need the makeup." Puck said.

Puck turned to Sabrina. "What is she doing down there?"Hiding, I guess."Puck leaned down and poked his head under the seat. "I found you."Ms. Smirt shrieked.Puck lifted himself up to his full height and laughed. "She's fun."He leaned back down and she screamed again. "I could do this all day. Can I keep her?

You ignorant little rodent! This isn't just an old book. This is the book of Everafter.""Sorry, I haven't read it. I'm waiting for the movie," Puck said.

Don't duh me!" Puck snapped. "Trying to figure out what you're thinking from one day to the next takes more brains than I have."Well, maybe you should stop. I'd hate to burn out that little peanut in your head.

Keep your paws off my fiancèe, you flea-ridden stray!

Puck stopped his drumming [on his belly] for a brief moment and grinned at Sabrina.I hear they have a lot of plastic surgeons in New York City. If I were you I'd make an appointment for that face as soon as you get there," he quipped.Sabrina scowled and shook a fist at him. "Keep it up, stinkpot, and you're going to need a plastic surgeon yourself."Puck winked. "No need to get all mushy on me, Grimm.

Respect the Sword, Grimm.

He did something so un-Pucklike, Sabrina couldn’t believe it. He got up sat behind her, and let his enormous fairy wings sprout from his back. Then he wrapped them around her to keep the bitter cold away. It was the first truly nice thing the so-called Trickster King had ever done for her.