“Aye,Ware is your grandfather, though a more worthless arse I couldn't name.”

“Her name is Wanda, not it. You will not touch her. Any mark you leave on her, I will double on your worthless hide.”

“Your boy here-" Ware jerked his head in angry indication "can't explain himself worth a damn."That;s hardly news to me. Nonethelss," Gareth said, "I can't allow you to kill him. His death would be a terrible inconvenience for me."Ware snorted. "If this is a same of his behavior, his death couldn't be so inconvenient as his life.”

“Three lights should be fine." - Zachary"Aye, well if it wis me, I'd want a bloody lighthoose beacon comin' oot o' my arse." - True MacDonald”

“It is an ancient and venerated custom of people in my country to start a story by praying to a Higher Power."I guess, Your Excellency, that I too should start off by kissing some god's arse."Which god's arse, though? There are so many choices."See, the Muslims have one god."The Christians have three gods."And we Hindus have 36,000,004 divine arses to choose from.”

“So that means you are almost old enough to be my grandfather." Raj laughed, Your great, great, grandfather, more likely, but whose counting?”