Valkyrie: You are a cynical man, Mr. Pleasant.
Skulduggery: We live in cynical times, Miss Cain.
Valkyrie: Can I ask you a question? And I don't mean this in a bad way, but are you insane?
Skulduggery: Would it make any difference if I was?
Valkyrie: Probably not.
Skulduggery: Then why put labels on ourselves? That's a job for a psychiatrist. We punch people, Valkyrie. That's who we are. Embrace your inner lunatic. Fun times guaranteed.
"Plans are like buses, sometimes they just don't show up when you need one."
— Skulduggery Pleasant.
Valkyrie: So why do they want me to be there? Aren't I the innocent young girl being led astray?
Skulduggery: See, I don't really want them to view you as the innocent young girl. I want them to view you more as the rebellious, insubordinate, troublesome rapscallion who has made herself my partner. Then maybe they'll take pity on me.
Baron Vengeous: As you can see, you are vastly outnumbered.
Skulduggery: I usually am.
Vengeous: Your situation has become quite untenable.
Skulduggery: It usually does.
Vengeous: You are within moments of being swarmed by these filthy creatures of undeath and torn apart in a maelstrom of pain and fury.
Skulduggery: Okay, that's a new one on me.