'Tell me again who those people were,' said the oh god.
'Some of the cleverest men in the world,' said Susan.
'And I'm sober, am I?'
'Clever isn't the same as sensible,' said Susan, 'and they do say that if you wish to walk the path to wisdom then for your first step you must become a small child.'
'Do you think they've heard about the second step?'
Susan sighed. 'Probably not, but sometimes they fall over it while they're running around shouting.'
'Um...excuse me, gentlemen,' said Ponder Stibbons, who had been scribbling thoughtfully at the end of the table. 'Are we suggesting that things are coming back? Do we think that's a viable hypothesis?'
The wizards looked at one another around the table.
'Viable, right enough.'
'Yes, that's the stuff to give the troops.'
'What is? What's the stuff to give the troops?'
'Well...tinned rations? Decent weapons, good boots...that sort of thing.'
'What's that got to do with anything?'
'Don't ask me. He was the one who started talking about giving stuff to the troops.'
'Will you lot shut up? No one's giving anything to the troops!'
'Oh, shouldn't they have something? It's Hogswatch, after all.'
'Look, it was just a figure of speech, all right? I just meant I was fully in agreement. It's just colourful language. Good grief, you surely can't think I'm actually suggesting giving stuff to the troops, at Hogswatch or at any other time!'
'That's a bit mean, isn't it?'
Wizards, you gotta love 'em. They're also the people to whom the first quote referred.