Quotes from Rob Anybody
'Whut’s the plan, Rob?’ said one of them.
‘OK, lads, this is what we’ll do. As soon as we see somethin’, we’ll attack it. Right?’
This caused a cheer.
‘Ach, ‘tis a good plan,’ said Daft Wullie. (WFM)
'On my honour.’
‘On you honour as a drunken rowdy thief?’ said Tiffany.
Rob Anybody beamed. ‘Aye!’ he said. ‘An’ I got a lot of good big reputation to protect there!' (WFM)
Rob Anybody looked offended. ‘We ne’er get lost!’ he said. ‘We always ken where we are! It’s just sometimes mebbe we aren’t sure where everything else is, but it’s no’ our fault if everything else gets lost! The Nac Mac Feegle are never lost!' (WFM)
'Ye can just rush in. We always just rush in.’
‘Aye, Big Yan, point well made. But ye gotta know where ye’re just gonna rush in. Ye cannae just rush in anywhere. It looks bad, havin’ to rush oout again straight awa’.' (WFM)
He'd mastered the first two rules of writing, as he understood them.
1) Steal some paper.
2) Steal a pencil.
Unfortunately there was more to it than that. (HFS)
'I am no’ deid! I’m trying to have a moment o’ existential dreed here, right? Crivens, it’s a puir lookout if a man cannae feel the chilly winds o’ Fate lashing aroound his nethers wi’out folks telling him he’s deid, eh?’ (HFS)
'Ach, it’s a terrible thing for a man when his wumman gangs up on him wi’ a toad,’ said Rob, shaking his head. (HFS)
'There be a lot o’ men who became heroes cuz they wuz too scared tae run!' (W)
'We mus’ lay doon our lives for her if it comes to it.’
‘How can ye do that when ye’re deid already?’ said Miss Treason sharply.
‘That’s a bit o’ a puzzler, right enough,’ said Rob, ‘so probably we’ll lay down the lives o’ any scunners who do wrong by
her.' (W)
'My aunts say I’m too clever by half.’
‘Glad tae hear it,’ said Rob Anybody, ‘cuz that’s much better than bein’ too stupid by three-quarters!' (W)
'An explanation?’ he said, shifting uneasily. ‘Oh, aye. An Explanation. Nae problemo. An Explanation. Er … what kind would you like?’
‘What kind? I just want the truth!’
'Aye? Oh. The truth? Are you sure?’ Rob ventured, rather nervously. ‘I can do much more interestin’ Explanations than that -' (W)
'I heard Jeannie say you come up with Explanations no other Feegle in the world would try,’ said Daft Wullie admiringly.
‘Aye, that’s quite likely,’ said Rob swelling with pride. ‘And Feegles has got a fine tradition o’ huge Explanations.' (W)
Er ... would you accept a wee bitty lie?’ Rob said.
‘No!’
‘It’s interestin’. There’s dragons an’unicorns in it -’
‘No. I want the truth!’
‘Ach, it’s so boring.' (W)
'There’s no’ a lot o’ laughs in the underworld. This one used tae be called Limbo, ye ken, cuz the door was verrae low.' (W)
'Why am I sitting next to a blue cheese with a bit of tartan wrapped around it?’
‘Ah, that’d be Horace,’ said Rob Anybody. ‘He’s Daft Wullie’s pet. He’s no’bein’ a nuisance, is he?’
‘No, but he’s trying to sing!’
‘Aye, all blue cheeses hum a bit.' (W)
'I wouldnae argue wi’ a cheese.' (W)
Rob looked innocent, a sure sign of guilt. (W)
And he read Principles of Accounting all morning, but just to make it interesting, he put lots of dragons in it. (W)
'Have you boys got no shame?'
Rob Anybody matched him grin for grin. 'I couldnae say,' he replied, but if we have, it probably belonged tae somebody else.' (ISWM)
'… we did invent the deep-fried stoat. That must count for something.'
'How is that a good point?' said Arthur.
'Weel, it saves some other poor devil having tae do it. It's what ye might call a taste explosion; ye take a mouthful, taste it, and then there is an explosion.' (ISWM)
'Any man who interferes in the arguin' of women is gonnae find both of them jumping up and doon on him in a matter o' seconds.' (ISWM)
'Ye will bring to mind, brother o' mine, that there was times when ye should stick your head up a duck's bottom rather than talk?'
Daft Wullie looked down at his feet. 'Sorry Rob. I couldnae find a duck the noo.' (ISWM)
'Why is it, Rob Anybody, that you persist in lying when you are caught red-handed?'
'Ah, weel, that's an easy one, miss, said Rob Anybody, who was technically the head man of the Nac Mac Feegles. 'After all, ye ken, what would be the point of lyin' when you had nae done anything wrong?' (ISWM)
“We aren’t the kind of people who kill those who are unarmed.”
Rob Anybody put up his hand. “Excuse me, mistress, but some of us do, or are.” (SC)
‘OK, lads, this is what we’ll do. As soon as we see somethin’, we’ll attack it. Right?’
This caused a cheer.
‘Ach, ‘tis a good plan,’ said Daft Wullie. (WFM)
'On my honour.’
‘On you honour as a drunken rowdy thief?’ said Tiffany.
Rob Anybody beamed. ‘Aye!’ he said. ‘An’ I got a lot of good big reputation to protect there!' (WFM)
Rob Anybody looked offended. ‘We ne’er get lost!’ he said. ‘We always ken where we are! It’s just sometimes mebbe we aren’t sure where everything else is, but it’s no’ our fault if everything else gets lost! The Nac Mac Feegle are never lost!' (WFM)
'Ye can just rush in. We always just rush in.’
‘Aye, Big Yan, point well made. But ye gotta know where ye’re just gonna rush in. Ye cannae just rush in anywhere. It looks bad, havin’ to rush oout again straight awa’.' (WFM)
He'd mastered the first two rules of writing, as he understood them.
1) Steal some paper.
2) Steal a pencil.
Unfortunately there was more to it than that. (HFS)
'I am no’ deid! I’m trying to have a moment o’ existential dreed here, right? Crivens, it’s a puir lookout if a man cannae feel the chilly winds o’ Fate lashing aroound his nethers wi’out folks telling him he’s deid, eh?’ (HFS)
'Ach, it’s a terrible thing for a man when his wumman gangs up on him wi’ a toad,’ said Rob, shaking his head. (HFS)
'There be a lot o’ men who became heroes cuz they wuz too scared tae run!' (W)
'We mus’ lay doon our lives for her if it comes to it.’
‘How can ye do that when ye’re deid already?’ said Miss Treason sharply.
‘That’s a bit o’ a puzzler, right enough,’ said Rob, ‘so probably we’ll lay down the lives o’ any scunners who do wrong by
her.' (W)
'My aunts say I’m too clever by half.’
‘Glad tae hear it,’ said Rob Anybody, ‘cuz that’s much better than bein’ too stupid by three-quarters!' (W)
'An explanation?’ he said, shifting uneasily. ‘Oh, aye. An Explanation. Nae problemo. An Explanation. Er … what kind would you like?’
‘What kind? I just want the truth!’
'Aye? Oh. The truth? Are you sure?’ Rob ventured, rather nervously. ‘I can do much more interestin’ Explanations than that -' (W)
'I heard Jeannie say you come up with Explanations no other Feegle in the world would try,’ said Daft Wullie admiringly.
‘Aye, that’s quite likely,’ said Rob swelling with pride. ‘And Feegles has got a fine tradition o’ huge Explanations.' (W)
Er ... would you accept a wee bitty lie?’ Rob said.
‘No!’
‘It’s interestin’. There’s dragons an’unicorns in it -’
‘No. I want the truth!’
‘Ach, it’s so boring.' (W)
'There’s no’ a lot o’ laughs in the underworld. This one used tae be called Limbo, ye ken, cuz the door was verrae low.' (W)
'Why am I sitting next to a blue cheese with a bit of tartan wrapped around it?’
‘Ah, that’d be Horace,’ said Rob Anybody. ‘He’s Daft Wullie’s pet. He’s no’bein’ a nuisance, is he?’
‘No, but he’s trying to sing!’
‘Aye, all blue cheeses hum a bit.' (W)
'I wouldnae argue wi’ a cheese.' (W)
Rob looked innocent, a sure sign of guilt. (W)
And he read Principles of Accounting all morning, but just to make it interesting, he put lots of dragons in it. (W)
'Have you boys got no shame?'
Rob Anybody matched him grin for grin. 'I couldnae say,' he replied, but if we have, it probably belonged tae somebody else.' (ISWM)
'… we did invent the deep-fried stoat. That must count for something.'
'How is that a good point?' said Arthur.
'Weel, it saves some other poor devil having tae do it. It's what ye might call a taste explosion; ye take a mouthful, taste it, and then there is an explosion.' (ISWM)
'Any man who interferes in the arguin' of women is gonnae find both of them jumping up and doon on him in a matter o' seconds.' (ISWM)
'Ye will bring to mind, brother o' mine, that there was times when ye should stick your head up a duck's bottom rather than talk?'
Daft Wullie looked down at his feet. 'Sorry Rob. I couldnae find a duck the noo.' (ISWM)
'Why is it, Rob Anybody, that you persist in lying when you are caught red-handed?'
'Ah, weel, that's an easy one, miss, said Rob Anybody, who was technically the head man of the Nac Mac Feegles. 'After all, ye ken, what would be the point of lyin' when you had nae done anything wrong?' (ISWM)
“We aren’t the kind of people who kill those who are unarmed.”
Rob Anybody put up his hand. “Excuse me, mistress, but some of us do, or are.” (SC)
