P: "I think we're going to need a diversion."
R: "Well then, I see no other alternative." (Drops trou and walks naked into the middle of the courtyard)
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E: "We need to talk to the mayor."
S: "We can't."
E: "Why not?"
S: "Weeeelll .... The mayor's dog and I had a wee bit of a .... disagreement yesterday." (Points meaningfully to his axe)
This old school AD&D muderhobo game quip (circa 1993 I think?) has always stuck with me:
"Between your men (pointing to one PC and his followers), my men (pointing to his own followers) and Sherman (pointing to the final PC), I think we have the numbers to pull this off!"