Feet of Clay (Discworld, #19; City Watch, #3)

by Terry Pratchett

Arch, giggling women and braying young men who’d been at the back of the line when the chins were handed out.

“They think they want good government and justice for all, Vimes, yet what is it they really crave, deep in their hearts? Only that things go on as normal and tomorrow is pretty much like today.”

Fred Colon leaned closer and spoke out of the corner of this mouth. “Keep it to yourself, Ron, but it’s because he’s a peer.” “Is that a fact? I’ll go and put down some fresh sawdust.”

“I’ve heard about these rich ole women,” said Nobby, dejectedly. “I reckon she wants me to be a giggle-low, is that right?”