Every Man In Ingary Is

Look. Survey. Inspect. My Hair Is Ruined! I Look Like A Pan Of Bacon And Eggs!

But I Discovered That People Like Me -- They Do, You Know, If You Like Them -- And Then It Was All Right.

...if The Spell Was Off, I’d Have My Heart Eaten Before I Could Turn Around.” “don’t You Want Your Heart Eaten?” Asked The Fire. [...] “naturally I Don’t,” Sophie Answered.

In The Land Of Ingary Where Such Things As Seven-league Boots And Cloaks Of Invisibility Really Exist, It Is Quite A Misfortune To Be Born The Eldest Of The Three. Everyone Knows You Are The One Who Will Fail First, And Worst, If The Three Of You Set Out To Seek Your Fortunes.

I've Got A Hangover." "no, You Hit Your Head On The Floor." "i Can't Stay. I've Got To Rescue That Fool Sophie.