Dibbler Quotes

Why is it all Mr. Dibbler’s films are set against the background of a world gone mad?” said the dwarf. Soll’s eyes narrowed. “Because Mr. Dibbler,” he growled, “is a very observant man.

Angua picked out the bottle and looked at the label. "C.M.O.T. Dibbler's Genuine Authentic Soggy Mountain Dew," she read. "He's going to die! It says, 'One hundred and fifty per cent proof'!" "Nah, that's just old Dibbler's advertising," said Nobby. "It ain't got no proof. Just circumstantial evidence.

How long have you been going?' said Vimes, selecting a pie. ‘Let’s see…what year is this?’ ‘Er…Dancing Dog, I think.’ ‘Since Tuesday, then,’ said Dibbler.

Mr Dibbler can even sell sausages to people that have bought them off him before … And a man who could sell Mr Dibbler’s sausages twice could sell anything

I recall a battle once,’ said Dickens, looking up at a tree. 'In history, it was. And there was this company, see, and they was a ragtag of different squads and covered in mud in any case, and they found themselves hiding in a field of carrots. So as a badge they all pulled up carrots and stuck them on their helmets so’s they’d know who their friends were and incidentally have a nourishing snack for later, which is never to be sneezed at on a battlefield.’ 'Well? So what?“ said Dibbler. 'So what’s wrong with a lilac flower?’ said Dickens, reaching up and pulling down a laden branch. 'Makes a spanking plume, even if you can’t eat it…’ And now, Vimes thought, it ends.

Victor eyed the glistening tubes in the tray around Dibbler's neck. They smelled appetizing. They always did. And then you bit into them, and learned once again that Cut-me-own-Throat Dibbler could find a use for bits of an animal that the animal didn't know it had got. Dibbler had worked out that with enough fried onions and mustard people would eat anything.

Why is it all Mr. Dibbler’s films are set against the background of a world gone mad?” said the dwarf. Soll’s eyes narrowed. “Because Mr. Dibbler,” he growled, “is a very observant man.”   Dibbler

I notice it says on your tray, ‘Dibbler Enterprises, Est,’” said Vimes. “Shouldn’t it say when you were established?

Did I hear things, or can that little dog speak?” said Dibbler. “He says he can’t,” said Victor. Dibbler hesitated. “Well,” he said, “I suppose he should know.

Fascinating,” said the Patrician, and went back to not listening to Dibbler. He had not got where he was today by bothering how things worked. It was how people worked that intrigued him.

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.

Angua picked out the bottle and looked at the label. “C. M. O. T. Dibbler’s Genuine Authentic Soggy Mountain Dew,” she read. “He’s going to die! It says, ‘One hundred and fifty percent proof’!” “Nah, that’s just old Dibbler’s advertising,” said Nobby. “It ain’t got no proof. Just circumstantial evidence.

Şey tırmanırken Dibblerlar ağızları açık, izliyorlardı. Çok hızlı hareket etmiyordu, zaman zaman tutunacağı bir sonraki yeri aramak için gevezelenen Kütüphaneci'yi yakındaki bir desteğe bırakması gerekiyordu, ama yukarıya ilerliyordu. "Ah, evet. Evet. Evet," diye nefes verdi Soll. "Ne resim ama! Saf sinema!" "Çığlıklar atan bir maymunu yüksek bir binanın tepesine taşıyan dev bir kadın," diye içini çekti Dibbler. "Ve ücret ödememiz bile gerekmiyor!" "Yaa," dedi Soll. "Ya..." dedi Dibbler. Sesinde minik bir kararsızlık tınısı vardı. Soll özlem dolu görünüyordu. "Yaa," diye tekrarladı. "Ee." "Ne demek istediğini anlıyorum," dedi Dibbler yavaşça. "Bu... Yani, gerçekten harika, ama... şey, elimde değil..." "Evet, yanlış bir şey var," dedi Dibbler ifadesiz bir sesle. "Yanlış değil," dedi Soll ümitsizce. "Tam olarak yanlış değil. Öyle yanlış değil. Yalnızca eksik..." Söyleyecek söz bulamayarak sustu. İçini çekti. Sonra Dibble içini çekti. Tepede, gök gürültüsü patladı. Ve gökyüzünden, üzerinde çığlık atan iki sihirbaz taşıyan bir süpürge çıktı.

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.

Religion is all very well, but what do prophets know about profits, eh?

Ah, Mr Word. Times is hard in the hot sausage trade,’ said Dibbler. ‘Can’t make both ends meat, eh?’ said William. He couldn’t have stopped himself for a hundred dollars and a shipload of figs.

They were black, and made of cheap cotton. One of them was XXXXL. “A vest with words on?” said Buddy. “‘The Band With Rocks In,’” Cliff read, slowly. “Hey, dat’s us, isn’t it?” “What do we want these for?” said Glod. “We know who we are.” “Advertising,” said Dibbler. “Trust me.

So far, their journey had been through a pie shop run by a man called Dibbler,