“You, sir, are a romantic, and I'm afraid the condition is incurable.

-Eponymous Clent”

“McGough: I'm sorry. I'm afraid I've caught poetry.

Mr Bones: Oh really? Well, don't worry, sir - I used to suffer from short stories.

McGough: Really? When?

Mr Bones: Oh, once upon a time…”

“Sir Henry you haven't been asked a question for a while. And I'm not going to ask you one.”

“You just put that sword away, sir, please," said the voice of Lance-Constable Vimes.
"You will not shoot me, you young idiot. That would be murder," said the captain calmly.
"Not where I'm aiming, sir.”

““I am bored.” Who knows this?
“I am angry, sad, afraid.” Who knows this?
You are the knowing, not the condition that is known.”

““Murder, I’m afraid, if someone does not intervene.”
He laughed. “Oh, you women are so melodramatic. Do no expect me to catch you when you faint.”
“I would rather hit the ground. Good day, sir.””

“No, sir. Go to hell sir. It's the best I can do for you sir.”

“"Mrs. M., you seem to be very sick." " Yes," said she, "I am dying." "And are you ready to die?" "Sir, God knows I have taken Him at His word, and I am not afraid to die."”

“The condition of mankind is to be weary of what we do know, and afraid of what we do not.”

“Conditioned like sheep in a flock, they have only managed to say “beee”, which translated into martial language would be “Yes, sir.””