Percy Jackson: My mom told me these stories all the time. I remember this. She said...
Annabeth Chase: What?
Percy Jackson: She said this is what the gods are like to each other. This is the kind of family they are.
Annabeth Chase: Why didn't you wanna say that just now?
Percy Jackson: She was trying to keep me away from you guys. Maybe you were right. Maybe she should have been preparing me better.
Annabeth Chase: Maybe she was preparing you. So when you got to us, you'd be different than this.
Nereid (to Percy): You are frightened. It's all right, Percy. Your father sent me to tell you, it's all right. Just breathe. Your father is here. He's always been here. It is so hard for him to stand back. To see you struggle. It is so hard for us all. But he's here. And he's so very proud. Trust him. Trust yourself. Just... breathe.
Grover Underwood: The Mother of Monsters.
Annabeth Chase: Echidna.
Echidna: Monster. It's an odd word, considering my grandmother is your great-grandmother, and this has always been a family story. But... to my eye, the demigod is the more dangerous creature. Disruptive. Violent. If I exist for anything, it is to stand in the way of monsters like you.
Annabeth Chase (to Percy): The Oracle didn't say the quest would fail. "Fail to save what matters most." That could mean a lot of things. That's how prophecies work, that's how fate works. It could mean a lot of things. The harder you work to understand, the harder it gets to understand. Sometimes, you've just gotta let it come to you when it's ready.
Annabeth Chase (to Percy): For a while, I was treated like a gift. My father cared for me. He loved me. I knew it. Then he met a woman. They had their own kids. And to her, I--I wasn't a gift. I was a problem. So I left. I was seven. It isn't the gods who think that way. It's everybody. But at least with the gods you know the rules. Show them respect and they'll be in your corner, no matter what.
Percy Jackson (to Annabeth): I gotta say, that doesn't make a lot of sense to me. The way you guys all talk. The way the gods want us to think. Gotta burn an offering to get a parent's attention. Gotta beat up on Clarisse just to get my father to admit he's my father. It isn't supposed to work that way. People who are close to you aren't supposed to treat you that way.
Medusa (to Percy and Annabeth): We are not our parents, until we choose to be. You two have chosen. A daughter of a self-righteous mother, who chose self-righteousness for herself. And you, you could have shown your father what it means to stand up for someone you love. You could choose to save your mother instead of doing your father's bidding. If neither of you will help teach these lessons, perhaps you should be the lessons. When I ship your statues to Olympus... maybe that will get my point across even better.
Annabeth Chase (to Percy): You aren't just a kid. "Just a kid" doesn't do what you did to Clarisse back at camp. "Just a kid" doesn't have Hades sending top lieutenants to retrieve them. You know, you are a part of something so much bigger than we can understand right now. We have to move forward, whether you like it or not, whether you want to or not.