I tell you what I won't put up with. You chose how to behave.

What do they do for a village idiot when you're here?

Dexter thrust a pamphlet into Samuel's hand. "Greenstreet Mission. We're doing a Christmas dinner. You can get a meal and hear the word of God." Samuel smiled in relief. This, finally, he understood. "Which word?" "What?" "Well, God's said a lot of words, you know, and a word like 'it' or 'the' wouldn't be worth hearing again but its always fun listening to Him try and say aluminum.

Better the comfort of a lie than the absurdity of the truth.

Large men in black plate mail with red cloaks and plumes don't sneak worth a damn.

I tell you what I won't put up with. You chose how to behave.

Bards were terrible at keeping secrets. They insisted on putting them to music.