Look!" said Foaly, pointing with some urgency into the vast steel-gray gloom, "Someone who cares!
Other men look up and down, left and right; but men like us are different. We are visionaries.
Hey, look your girlfriend is saying something. Artemis had a vast mental reserve of scathing comebacks at his disposal, but none of them covered girlfriend insults. He wasn't even sure if it was an insult. And if it was, who was being insulted? Him or the girl?
Look at those two. Wasting time. You wouldn't catch me doing that.
(about his terrible attempt at making a sandwich) It's more difficult than it looks. (Artemis Fowl)
If it looks like a Dwarf, and it smells like a Dwarf, then it's probably a Dwarf or a latrine wearing dungerees.
Commander: What's that? Foaly: It's a finger, what does look like?
Too much damned TV. Thinks he's Sherlock Holmes." "That's professor Moriarty," corrected Foaly. "Holmes, Moriarty, they both look the same with the flesh scorched off their skulls.