“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 wont have found Freedom, and there won’t be a whole lot of Justice, and I’m damn sure we wont have found Truth. But it’s just possible that I might get a hard-boiled egg.”
-Terry Pratchett, “Night watch”