“You always had an eye for the fellow with a decent helping of sausage and hard-boiled eggs.”

“Truth! Freedom! Justice! And a hard-boiled egg!”

“Just what the doctor ordered, he says. A bottle of lemonade, a hard-boiled egg, and Thou.”

“There was something sort of bleak about her tone, rather as if she had swallowed an east wind. This I took to be due to the fact that she probably hadn't breakfasted. It's only after a bit of breakfast that I'm able to regard the world with that sunny cheeriness which makes a fellow the universal favourite. I'm never much of a lad till I've engulfed an egg or two and a beaker of coffee."I suppose you haven't breakfasted?""I have not yet breakfasted.""Won't you have an egg or something? Or a sausage or something? Or something?""No, thank you."She spoke as if she belonged to an anti-sausage league or a league for the suppression of eggs. There was a bit of silence.”

“It may be hard for an egg to turn into a bird: it would be a jolly sight harder for a bird to learn to fly while remaining an egg. We are like eggs at present. And you cannot go on indefinitely being just an ordinary, decent egg. We must be hatched or go bad.”

“You seem a decent fellow," Inigo said. "I hate to kill you."You seem a decent fellow," answered the man in black. "I hate to die.”