Broken Sword II: The Smoking Mirror

George Stobbart:
[reading] Gourmet Dog, the snack your dog would bake himself. This product has not been tested on animals.

George Stobbart:
Would you be interested in these panties? They look about your size.

George Stobbart:
Okay, here I am! Going quietly into the cell.

George Stobbart:
[looking at bridge] Perfect for a game of Pooh-sticks.

George Stobbart:
It was that itsy-bitsy tequila worm. I really must remember to take it out of my pants before I send them to the laundry.

George Stobbart:
[looking at lipstick] It wasn't my color. And, it reminded me of clowns.

George Stobbart:
He looked like an older version of Lobineau. The same supercilious expression, the same disdain in his eyes... and the same damned ponytail.

George Stobbart:
He was a pear-shaped guy with a fine display of multiple chins.

George Stobbart:
The fish was wet and slimy, and decidedly dead.

George Stobbart:
I felt a slight twinge of conscience as I prepared to give the dog a dunking. It soon passed.

George Stobbart:
He had the eyes of a cocker spaniel set in a face like a deflated souffl?.

George Stobbart:
The mournful look in that goat's eyes was beginning to depress me.

George Stobbart:
Sometimes, I got the feeling that communication with Pearl was like sending signals out into space. Maybe, if you waited long enough, you'd get an intelligent answer back... but it was a long shot.

George Stobbart:
It was the weird guy who wasn't wearing any pants.

George Stobbart:
Someone had thoughtfully provided little shades for the light bulbs. The rest of the prison area looked like an English public toilet.

George Stobbart:
With a creak of ancient corsetry, the sisters sailed majestically over the distant horizon.

George Stobbart:
It was a woman with huge... boots. And, an impressive cleavage.

George Stobbart:
One of the reasons I hate guns so much is the way they make people so damned impolite.

George Stobbart:
The red-haired woman had an air of authority that might intimidate some men. But not me. She terrified me.

George Stobbart:
I wasn't going to spend any more time talking to that pompous blimp.

[after a phone converstion with Andre Lobineau]

George Stobbart:
[narrating] I felt an irrational urge to wipe my ear.

George Stobbart:
[after showing dead worm to cat] The cat looked to me as if to say "Why have you brought a dead worm halfway around the world to me"?

George Stobbart:
I honestly didn't have an answer.

George Stobbart:
I may not be making millions of dollars and I may not have thousands of nubile if uncritical young women lusting for my body but I've got something you haven't... this small piece of coal.