"He'sh mad?" "Sort of mad. But mad with lots of money." "Ah, then he can't be mad. I've been around; if a man hash lotsh of money he'sh just ecshentric."
Twoflower didn't just look at the world through rose-tinted spectacles, Rincewind knew--he looked at it through a rose-tinted brain, too, and heard it through rose-tinted ears.