'Is this the wee bairn? Ach, what a noseful o' bogeys!' (WFM)
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'You are armigerous, Nobby.'
Bobby nodded. 'But I got a special shampoo for it, sir.' (FC) Nanny Ogg never did any housework herself, but she was the cause of housework in other people. (LL)
And it was all about survival, and survival was all about pride. You didn’t have much control over your life, but by Jimmy you could keep it clean and show the world you were poor but respectable. (Sn)
… the Feegles themselves took a bath only when something reminded them, such as an eclipse of the moon. (ISWM)
Juliet's version of cleanliness was next to godliness, which was to say it was erratic, past all understanding and was seldom seen. (UA)
Nothing cleans stubborn stains like suppressed anger. (UA)
'... a white magician is just a black magician with a good housekeeper.' (ER)
'Vampires are very anal-retentive, you see?’
‘I shouldn’t like meeting one that was the opposite,’said Nanny. (CJ) Classically, very few people have considered that cleanliness is next to godliness, apart from in a very sternly abridged
dictionary. A rank loincloth and hair in an advanced state of matted entanglement have generally been the badges of office of prophets whose injunction to disdain earthly things starts with soap. (TT) When you got right down to the bottom of the ladder the rungs were very close together and, oh my, weren’t the women careful about them. In their own way, they were as haughty as any duchess. You might not have much, but you could have Standards. Clothes might be cheap and old but at least they could be scrubbed. There might be nothing behind the front door worth stealing but at least the doorstep could be clean enough to eat your dinner off, if you could’ve afforded dinner. (NW)
Cockbill Street was where people lived who were worse than poor, because they didn’t know how poor they were. If you asked them they would probably say something like ‘mustn’t grumble’ or ‘there’s far worse off than us’ or ‘we’ve always kept uz heads above water and we don’t owe nobody nowt.’
He could here his granny speaking. ‘No one’s too poor to buy soap.’ Of course, many people were. But in Cockbill Street they bought soap just the same. The table might not have any food on it but by gods, it was well scrubbed. That was Cockbill Street, where what you mainly ate was your pride. (FC) The beggars, despite being too disreputable even to belong to the Beggars’ Guild, lived quite well by their own low standards. This was generally by careful application of the Certainty Principle. People would give them all sorts of things if they were certain to go away. (H)
Vimes had got around to a Clean Desk policy. It was a Clean Floor strategy that eluded him at the moment. (Th)
... you can’t love people all the time when they have a permanently runny nose. (WFM)
There was this to be said about the Smell of Foul Ole Ron, an odour so intense that it took on a personality of its own and fully justified the capital letter: after the initial shock the organs of smell just gave up and shut down, as if no more able to comprehend the thing than an oyster can comprehend the ocean. (TT)
'They always give me bath salts,’ complained Nobby. ‘And bath soap and bubble bath and herbal bath lumps and tons of bath stuff and I can’t think why, ‘cos it’s not as if I hardly every has a bath. You’d think they’d take the hint, wouldn’t you?' (H)
'Was there anything else on the dinner menu?’
‘Vole-au-vents and Cream of Rat,’said Gimlet. ‘All hygienically prepared.’ ‘How do you mean, “hygienically prepared”?’ said Carrot. ‘The chef is under strict orders to wash his hands afterwards.’ The assembled dwarfs nodded. This was certainly pretty hygienic. You didn’t want people going around with ratty hands. (FC) 'Baths is unhygienic,’ Granny declared. ‘You know I’ve never agreed with baths. Sittin’ around in your own dirt like that. (WA)
Horse dung made a good fuel, but the Horse People had a lot to learn about air conditioning, starting with what it meant. (LF)
There is a type of girl who, while incapable of cleaning her bedroom even at knifepoint, will fight for the privilege of being allowed to spend the day shoveling manure in a stable. (SM)
There were no public health laws in Ankh-Morpork. It would be like installing smoke detectors in Hell. (FC)
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