Quotes for Gaspode
'I’m a cat person, myself,’ she said, vaguely.
A low-level voice said: ‘Yeah? Yeah? Wash in your own spit, do you?’ (MP)
He gave Gaspode a long, slow stare, which was like challenging a centipede to an arse-kicking contest. Gaspode could outstare a mirror. (MP)
‘It’s got him,’ said Gaspode quietly. ‘Got him worse than anyone, I reckon.’
‘What has? How can you tell?’ Victor hissed.
‘Partly a’cos of subtle signs what you don’t seem to be abler recognise,’ said Gaspode, ‘and partly because he’s actin’ like a complete twerp, really.’ (MP)
‘The trouble is, I can explain it in Dog, but you only listen in Human.’ (MP)
'It’s a dog-eat-dog world out there. You think Dopey the Mutt there would last five minutes in Ankh-Morpork? He set one paw in some o’ the streets, he’s three sets of fur gloves an’ Crispy Fried No. 27 at the nearest Klatchian all-night carry-out.' (MP)
'Pedigree? Pedigree? What’s a pedigree? It’s just breedin’. I had a father too, you know. And two grandads. And fourgreat-grandads. And many of ‘em were the same dog, even.' (MP)
‘…people who like cats’re capable of anythin’, you can’t trust ‘em …’ (MP)
'Did I hear things, or can that little dog speak?’ said Dibbler.
He says he can’t,’ said Victor.
Dibbler hesitated. The excitement was unhinging him a little. ‘Well,’ he said, ‘I suppose he should know.' (MP)
Gaspode had a way of turning up silently like a small puff of methane in a crowded room, and with the latter’s distressing ability to fill up all available space. (MA)
'He’s mad, isn’t he?’
‘No, mad’s when you froth at the mouf,’ said Gaspode. ‘He’s insane. That’s when you froth at the brain.' (MA)
‘Pride is all very well, but a sausage is a sausage,’ he said. (MA)
... all dogs don’t talk. Ones that do are merely a statistical error, and can therefore be ignored. (MA)
Dogs had a much easier sex life than humans, Gaspode decided. That was something to look forward to, if he ever managed to have one. (FE)
'There has never been an authenticated case of an unprovoked wolf attacking an adult human being,’ said Carrot. They were both huddling under his cloak.
And after a while Gaspode said, ‘An’ that’s good, is it?’
‘What do you mean?’
‘We-ell, o’course us dogs only has little brains, but it seems to me that what you just said was pretty much the same as sayin’ “no unprovokin’adult human bein’ has ever returned to tell the tale,” right? I mean, your wolf has just got to make sure they kill people in quiet places where no one’ll ever know, yes?' (FE)
'Gaspode’s the name,’ barked Gaspode, with insane cheerfulness. ‘‘m a dog. That’s a kind of wolf, sort of thing. So, what’s your name, then?'
‘Go avay.’
‘No offence meant. ‘ere, I heard tell wolves mate for life, right?’
‘Vell?’
‘Wish I could.' (FE)
'... being a short dog in deep snow is not good for the ol’ wossnames ..' (FE)
A low-level voice said: ‘Yeah? Yeah? Wash in your own spit, do you?’ (MP)
He gave Gaspode a long, slow stare, which was like challenging a centipede to an arse-kicking contest. Gaspode could outstare a mirror. (MP)
‘It’s got him,’ said Gaspode quietly. ‘Got him worse than anyone, I reckon.’
‘What has? How can you tell?’ Victor hissed.
‘Partly a’cos of subtle signs what you don’t seem to be abler recognise,’ said Gaspode, ‘and partly because he’s actin’ like a complete twerp, really.’ (MP)
‘The trouble is, I can explain it in Dog, but you only listen in Human.’ (MP)
'It’s a dog-eat-dog world out there. You think Dopey the Mutt there would last five minutes in Ankh-Morpork? He set one paw in some o’ the streets, he’s three sets of fur gloves an’ Crispy Fried No. 27 at the nearest Klatchian all-night carry-out.' (MP)
'Pedigree? Pedigree? What’s a pedigree? It’s just breedin’. I had a father too, you know. And two grandads. And fourgreat-grandads. And many of ‘em were the same dog, even.' (MP)
‘…people who like cats’re capable of anythin’, you can’t trust ‘em …’ (MP)
'Did I hear things, or can that little dog speak?’ said Dibbler.
He says he can’t,’ said Victor.
Dibbler hesitated. The excitement was unhinging him a little. ‘Well,’ he said, ‘I suppose he should know.' (MP)
Gaspode had a way of turning up silently like a small puff of methane in a crowded room, and with the latter’s distressing ability to fill up all available space. (MA)
'He’s mad, isn’t he?’
‘No, mad’s when you froth at the mouf,’ said Gaspode. ‘He’s insane. That’s when you froth at the brain.' (MA)
‘Pride is all very well, but a sausage is a sausage,’ he said. (MA)
... all dogs don’t talk. Ones that do are merely a statistical error, and can therefore be ignored. (MA)
Dogs had a much easier sex life than humans, Gaspode decided. That was something to look forward to, if he ever managed to have one. (FE)
'There has never been an authenticated case of an unprovoked wolf attacking an adult human being,’ said Carrot. They were both huddling under his cloak.
And after a while Gaspode said, ‘An’ that’s good, is it?’
‘What do you mean?’
‘We-ell, o’course us dogs only has little brains, but it seems to me that what you just said was pretty much the same as sayin’ “no unprovokin’adult human bein’ has ever returned to tell the tale,” right? I mean, your wolf has just got to make sure they kill people in quiet places where no one’ll ever know, yes?' (FE)
'Gaspode’s the name,’ barked Gaspode, with insane cheerfulness. ‘‘m a dog. That’s a kind of wolf, sort of thing. So, what’s your name, then?'
‘Go avay.’
‘No offence meant. ‘ere, I heard tell wolves mate for life, right?’
‘Vell?’
‘Wish I could.' (FE)
'... being a short dog in deep snow is not good for the ol’ wossnames ..' (FE)