Wayne: I bought a ward against it from a traveling fortuneteller, it lets me add two an' two and get a pickle. Marasi: I... have no response to that. Wayne: Technically, that is a response.
Wayne: Now, if you were studying buffoonery and idiotic behavior, that is something we're experts on.
Waxillium: Two tripwires, rigged with explosives. Nothing else dangerous that we could find. Other that Wayne's body odor.
Wayne: That's the smell of incredibleness!
Voice from the darkness: He is dead, young lady. I am sorry for your loss. Marasi: [gasp of horror] Voice from the darkness: Yes, he was simply too handsome, too clever, and too immensely remarkable in all aspects of his existence to allow to live. It took a hundred men to bring him down, and he killed all but one. His last words were "Tell Wax...that he's a total git...and he still owes me five notes. Marasi: Wayne!
The fact that aluminum's Anti-Magic properties mean that wearing a foil hat to prevent mind control actually works.
This conversation after Wax gets injured.
Wayne: I got quite near my entire rusted back blown off earlier, if you'll kindly remember and I didn't hear nearly an ounce of the sympathy you're showin' him. Marasi: That's different. Wayne: What? Why? Cuz' I canheal? Marasi: No, because even after knowing you only a short time, I'm fairly certain that on one level or another you deserve to get blown up every now and again.
After yet another attempt by Wax to get Marasi to stay behind, somewhere safe:
Wax: You're going home. That is that. Marasi: I'm staying. That is that. Wayne: I need to get something to eat. Fat is fat.
Wayne and Waxillium in a Slider bubble, arguing about how they're going to escape the explosion frozen in time about 10 feet away. While Marasi keeps chanting "It's getting bigger...Guys, it's coming closer...".
Wax mentally grumbling that Steris is insane after noticing that she appears to be aroused by flying around.