Book: To arms! To arms!

How do you spell "unforeseen circumstance"?
- I did not write these words.

If you suddenly see the eighth color, and then tried to describe it the seven-colored world, it would have been something like: "uh, well, it was... a sort of greenish-purple". We have not learned to share the lessons learned.

Junior constable Bauxite! Junior constable Plumard! To delay acting-constable Detritus!
Two trolls looked after the receding of the Detritus, then at each other and then at the Sergeant Colon.
Bauxite finally managed to salute.
- Permission to leave for my grandmother's funeral, sir.
- Uh, like this?
- It's me or her.

I'm giving you a chance to win!
- Yes, only your hands are always five kings, snobby.
Snobby shuffle the cards.
That's funny... - he said. Kings... it seems they're everywhere.
And their favorite place - in your sleeve.

He heard somewhere that the prospective bridegroom should not see before the wedding, his intended bride - probably in order not to change their mind.

There's nothing more useless in the world than the groom before the wedding.

Ideas flit through the universe to and fro. Their main goal - if ideas, of course, is the goal is to get in the right mind in the right place at the right time.

Honest people do not run from the guards. If you run away from guards, then you've done something wrong.

Dobbins behaved too politely. But if gnome is behaving nicely, so he's saving his strength to then behave very badly.

- He only drinks when feeling overwhelmed, replied carrot.
Why is he feeling overwhelmed?
- Sometimes because you did not.

For a moment, he came up with the idea that any person who rushed to their heels at the sight of rushing at him with tremendous speed of Detritus, you can be in violation of the act of Lethal Stupidity from 1581. But now was not the time to think about this. Someone was running and they caught up. They were catching up because he was running and he ran because they chased.

Dobbins was a guard just a few days, but have already understood one important and basic fact: walk down the street without breaking a law - it is impossible. At the disposal of the guard, who decided to spend some citizen fascinating conversation, provided a whole bag of potential charges, ranging from Unintentional Ollacuria Pears and ending Unintentionally Insult somebody's Perverted Morality, Being the wrong Color/Shape/Species/Sex.

- He is not my fan!
- Yes? And I'm not a dog. The nose knows. The pheromones. Good old sexual alchemy.

Vimes hated to sober up. Sober he began to think.