Some choice Pratchett:
Mr. Pump: Up We Get, Mr. Lipwig!
Moist von Lipwig: It's pronounced Lipvig, you moron! A v, not a w!
Mr. Pump: Up Ve Get, Mr. Lipvig!
Adora Belle Dearheart: That bastard just walked into the place! Reacher Gilt! I'll just kill him and join you for the pudding...
Moist: You can't do that!
Adora: Oh? Why not?
Moist: You're using the wrong knife! That's for the fish! You'll get into trouble!
Adora: They don't have a knife for stabbing rich murdering bastards?
Moist: They bring it to the table when you order one.
Groat: You've done well to get this far, sir.
Moist: Oh, all right. What's the worst that can happen, eh?
Groat: ...
Moist: I said-
Groat: I was just working that out, sir. Let's see...yes, sir. The worst that can happen is that you lose all your fingers on one hand, are crippled for life, and break half the bones in your body. Oh, and then they don't let you join.
Mr. Pump: Up We Get, Mr. Lipwig!
Moist von Lipwig: It's pronounced Lipvig, you moron! A v, not a w!
Mr. Pump: Up Ve Get, Mr. Lipvig!
Adora Belle Dearheart: That bastard just walked into the place! Reacher Gilt! I'll just kill him and join you for the pudding...
Moist: You can't do that!
Adora: Oh? Why not?
Moist: You're using the wrong knife! That's for the fish! You'll get into trouble!
Adora: They don't have a knife for stabbing rich murdering bastards?
Moist: They bring it to the table when you order one.
Groat: You've done well to get this far, sir.
Moist: Oh, all right. What's the worst that can happen, eh?
Groat: ...
Moist: I said-
Groat: I was just working that out, sir. Let's see...yes, sir. The worst that can happen is that you lose all your fingers on one hand, are crippled for life, and break half the bones in your body. Oh, and then they don't let you join.