‘You’d like Freedom, Truth, and Justice, wouldn’t you Comrade Sergeant?’ said Reg encouragingly.
‘I’d like a hard-boiled egg,’ said Vimes, shaking the match out.
There was some nervous laughter, but Reg looked offended.
'In the circumstances, Sergeant, I think we should set our sights a little higher-’
'Well, yes, we could,’ said Vimes, coming down the steps. He glanced at the sheets of paper in front of Reg. The man cared. He really did. And he was serious. He really was. 'But…well, Reg, tomorrow the sun will come up again, and I’m pretty sure that whatever happens we won’t have found Freedom, and there won’t be a whole lot of Justice, and I’m damn sure we won’t have found Truth. But it’s just possible I might get a hard-boiled egg.’ 

         - Terry Pratchett, “Night Watch”     


‘You know what day it is, Ping?’ said Colon.
'Er… twenty-fifth of May, sarge.’
'And you know what that means, Ping?’
'It means,’ said Nobby, 'that anyone important enough to ask where we’re going-’
’-knows where we’ve gone,’ said Fred Colon.
The door slammed behind them.
—  Terry Pratchett, “Night Watch