Angus: You must be mistaken, sir. I’m not Angus, I’m Jortimer!
Magnus: Hmm. Jortimer. Really.
Angus (voice rising slowly in pitch, and rushing the end of the sentence in very Griffin fashion): Yep! Jortimer. Like a jeans-wearing Mortimer, only it’s my real name that my mom gave me when I was a very little boy!
Magnus: Uh-huh. Right. Where’s Taako, Jortimer?
Taako (from further away, in a more Magic Brian voice): There’s no Taako here, darling. There’s only me, Janastasia Weaselhausen.
Magnus (slow and unbelieving): Janastasia Weaselhausen.
Taako: Yes, darling. Janastasia Weaselhausen . Janastasia as in jeans-wearing Russian royalty, Weaselhausen as in where the weasels live.