I don't want unnecessary violence, sergeant," said Blouse. "Right you are, sir!" said the sergeant. "Carborundum! First man comes through that door runnin', I want him nailed to the wall!" He caught the lieutenant's eye, and added: "But not too hard!

And sin, young man, is when you treat people like things.

You are very clever," said the old man shyly. "I would like to eat your brains, one day.

Truth! Freedom! Justice! And a hard-boiled egg!

What was the point of education, he thought, if people went out afterward and used it?

London was not designed for cars. Come to that, it wasn't designed for people. It just sort of happened. This created problems, and the solutions that were implemented became the next problems, five or ten or a hundred years down the line.

They can tak' oour lives but they canna tak' oour troousers!