This is no time for peanuts!
THYME? BUT WHUT IS THAT, RILLY?
It's that thing that makes those fancy clocks work.
I PREFER THINGS WITH SAND.
It's a seasonin'! One o' my favourites.
FOOD IS GUD.
COR. MY HEAD HURTS.
You should have a lie-down. My cottage is free.
Come along, handsome.
Stop trying to get everyone into your bed, Gytha!
It's a nice bed! What do you have against it?
It ain't the bed I'm against.
That's cos you turned down my invite!
It wasn't proper. And it had all those drawings. You know.
Well, good. You shouldn't know things like that.
I REALLY WOULDN'T MIND LEARNING, MISTRESS WEATHERWAX.
For an entity, you sure are a pervert.
I...ER...WAS ONLY CURIOUS. AND SEEKING TO FURTHER MY KNOWLEDGE OF OTHERS.
AS IT WERE.
*squeaky squeaky squeak squeak* Come along with me, Death. Binky n' I will get you home.
Those were honest-to-goodness works of art! With a capital A!
They was filth! Trash!
And no one's that bendy, besides.
You're a felxibility expert now, are you?
That wasn't what I was sayin' and you know it.
What were you sayin' then, Esme?
I was saying that people just can't into certain positions and -
Nevermind that! I ain't a-goin' to your bed, and that's final!
Well, like I always tell you, Esme:
You're missing out.
And as I keep telling you, Gytha:
No, I ain't.
Nobby - don't go bookin' any strange looking folks for ridin their 'orses while under the influence. This lot 'as go Dipsomatic Impunity
an' besides it could be a bit career limitin' to say the least