Benjamin Sisko: Ensign, I believe you know the way to Cardassia.
Nog: If I get lost, I’ll just follow the ship in front of us.
Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, Season 7: Episode 25 – “What You Leave Behind”
“Dobby!” she screamed, and even Bellatrix froze. “You! You dropped the chandelier — ?”
The tiny elf trotted into the room, his shaking finger pointing at his old mistress.
“You must not hurt Harry Potter,” he squeaked.
“Kill him, Cissy!” shrieked Bellatrix, but there was another loud crack, and Narcissa’s wand too flew into the air and landed on the other side of the room.
“You dirty little monkey!” bawled Bellatrix. “How dare you take a witch’s wand, how dare you defy your masters?”
“Dobby has no master!” squealed the elf. “Dobby is a free elf, and Dobby has come to save Harry Potter and his friends!”
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows – J.K. Rowling
Oz: Oh, hey! Animal cracker?
Willow: No, thank you. How’s your arm?
Oz: Suddenly painless.
Willow: You can still play the guitar okay?
Oz: Oh, not well, but not worse.
Willow: Y’know, I never really thanked you.
Oz: Ooo, yeah, please don’t. I don’t do thanks. I get all red. Have to bail. It’s not pretty.
Willow: Well, then forget that thing. E-especially with the part where I kind of owe you my life.
Oz: Oh, look! Monkey! And he has a little hat. And little pants.
Willow: Yeah, I-I see!
Oz: The monkey’s the only cookie animal that gets to wear clothes, you know that?
[Willow smiles.]
Oz: You have the sweetest smile I’ve ever seen… So, I’m wondering, do the other cookie animals feel sorta ripped? Like, is the hippo going, ‘Hey, man, where are *my* pants? I have my hippo dignity!’ And you know the monkey’s just, ‘I mock you with my monkey pants!’ And there’s a big coup in the zoo.
Willow: The monkey is French?
Oz: All monkeys are French. You didn’t know that?
Willow: No.
Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Season 2: Episode 10 – “What’s My Line, Part 2”
Knock-knock on the door. ‘Beg pardon, your honour. Loblolly boy’s all in a mother, sir. Young Mr Ricketts has swallowed a musket-ball and they can’t get it out. Choking to death, sir, if you please.’
‘Forgive me,’ said Stephen, carefully putting down his glass and covering it with a red spotted handkerchief, a bandanna.
‘Is all well — did you manage . . .?’ asked Jack five minutes later.
‘We may not be able to do all we could wish in physic,’ said Stephen with quiet satisfaction, ‘but at least we can give an emetic that answers, I believe. You were saying, sir?’
Master and Commander – Patrick O’Brian