Janos?
Corwin's impression (heh) of Han Solo frozen in carbonite.
"The music goes down and around...around and around and WHOA, whoa, whoa and it comes out here." (Corwin's first introduction to the French horn.)
After a day of cleaning we posed in front of our Irvine apartment for the last time.
"Whaddaya mean, you forgot the crackers?"
"Must eat! Too hungry wait for spoon! ARRRRR!"
"Fire trucks are _so_ last week."