• Mort: Hiiiii King Julien, I’m your biggest fan.
  • Julien: You’re too kind… SECURITY!
  • Mort: No, wait! I would do anything for you!
  • Julien: Why don’t you go jump off a building?
  • Mort: [jumps off a building; returns] Anything!
  • Julien: Punch yourself in the face.
  • Mort: [punches himself in the face]
  • Julien: Doesn’t that hurt you?
  • Mort: [puts on a spiked boxing glove] Do you want it to hurt me, King Julien?
  • Rowan: A talking door knocker? How did you react?
  • Aelin: Oh, I guess I was... MORTified.
  • Rowan: ...
  • Aelin: ...
  • Rowan: ...
  • Aelin: ...
  • Rowan *opens window*: Throw yourself out.
History isn’t like that. History unravels gently, like an old sweater. It has been patched and darned many times, re-knitted to suit different people, shoved in a box under the sink of censorship to be cut up for the dusters of propaganda, yet it always - eventually - manages to spring back into its old familiar shape. History has a habit of changing the people who think they are changing it. History always has a few tricks up its frayed sleeve. It’s been around a long time.
—  Terry Pratchett - Mort