Quotes from Detritus
It was widely believed that, if Detritus could be taught to read and write sufficiently to sit down and do an intelligence test, he’d prove to be slightly less intelligent than the chair. (MP)
'Hah! You're uniform doesn't scare me,' he said.
Vimes looked down at his battered breastplate and worn mail.
‘You’re right,’ he said. ‘This is not a scary uniform. I’m sorry. Forward, Corporal Carrot and Lance-Constable Detritus.’
The Assassin was suddenly aware of the sunlight being blocked out.
‘Now these, I think you’ll agree,’ said Vimes, from somewhere behind the eclipse, ‘are scary uniforms.’ (MA)
Detritus, despite a room-temperature IQ, made a good copper and a damn good sergeant. He had that special type of stupidity that was hard to fool. (FC)
Detritus was particularly good when it came to asking questions. He had three basic ones. They were the direct (‘Did you do it?’), the persistent (‘Are you
sure it wasn’t you what done it?’) and the subtle (‘It was you what done it, wasn’t it?’). Although they were not the most cunning questions ever devised,
Detritus’ talent was to go on patiently asking them for hours on end, until he got the right answer, which was generally something like: ‘Yes! Yes! I did it! I
did it! Now please tell me what it was I did!' (FC)
And he’s mastered policing as it is practised by the majority of forces in the universe, which is, basically, screaming angrily at people until they give in. (FC)
Detritus's intelligence wasn't too bad for a troll, falling somewhere between a cuttlefish and a line-dancer, but you could rely on him not to let it slow him down. (J)
'Dem diplomatics all want you to come for drinky-poos an’ stories about chickens,’ the troll added helpfully.
‘Cocktails, I think you’ll find,’ said Vimes ... (FE)
'What’s the worst they can do to me?’
‘Rip off your head, grind you to mince and make soup from your bones, sir,’ said Detritus promptly. (Th)
'... if dere was a PhD in bein’ fick, youse wouldn’t be able to find a pencil.' (Th)
'Didn’t know what’d hit ’em, eh?’ said Vimes.
Detritus looked mildly offended at this. ‘Oh no, sir,’ he said, ‘I made sure they knew I hit ’em.' (Th)
Detritus was comforting Brick, who’d not picked a good day to go cold turkey, it was turning out to be frozen roc. (Th)
Detritus has all the qualities of a good policemen: a loud voice, a commanding presence, and the ability not to let imagination get in the way of persistence.
(PP)
'I fink, derefore I am. I fink.' (WMC)
'Hah! You're uniform doesn't scare me,' he said.
Vimes looked down at his battered breastplate and worn mail.
‘You’re right,’ he said. ‘This is not a scary uniform. I’m sorry. Forward, Corporal Carrot and Lance-Constable Detritus.’
The Assassin was suddenly aware of the sunlight being blocked out.
‘Now these, I think you’ll agree,’ said Vimes, from somewhere behind the eclipse, ‘are scary uniforms.’ (MA)
Detritus, despite a room-temperature IQ, made a good copper and a damn good sergeant. He had that special type of stupidity that was hard to fool. (FC)
Detritus was particularly good when it came to asking questions. He had three basic ones. They were the direct (‘Did you do it?’), the persistent (‘Are you
sure it wasn’t you what done it?’) and the subtle (‘It was you what done it, wasn’t it?’). Although they were not the most cunning questions ever devised,
Detritus’ talent was to go on patiently asking them for hours on end, until he got the right answer, which was generally something like: ‘Yes! Yes! I did it! I
did it! Now please tell me what it was I did!' (FC)
And he’s mastered policing as it is practised by the majority of forces in the universe, which is, basically, screaming angrily at people until they give in. (FC)
Detritus's intelligence wasn't too bad for a troll, falling somewhere between a cuttlefish and a line-dancer, but you could rely on him not to let it slow him down. (J)
'Dem diplomatics all want you to come for drinky-poos an’ stories about chickens,’ the troll added helpfully.
‘Cocktails, I think you’ll find,’ said Vimes ... (FE)
'What’s the worst they can do to me?’
‘Rip off your head, grind you to mince and make soup from your bones, sir,’ said Detritus promptly. (Th)
'... if dere was a PhD in bein’ fick, youse wouldn’t be able to find a pencil.' (Th)
'Didn’t know what’d hit ’em, eh?’ said Vimes.
Detritus looked mildly offended at this. ‘Oh no, sir,’ he said, ‘I made sure they knew I hit ’em.' (Th)
Detritus was comforting Brick, who’d not picked a good day to go cold turkey, it was turning out to be frozen roc. (Th)
Detritus has all the qualities of a good policemen: a loud voice, a commanding presence, and the ability not to let imagination get in the way of persistence.
(PP)
'I fink, derefore I am. I fink.' (WMC)