Tis but a scratch!" "A scratch? Your arm's off!" "No it isn't." "Then what's that?" "Oh come on, pansy!
My philosophy, like color television, is all there in black and white.
We don't deliberately set out to offend. Unless we feel it's justified.
It's nice to see that look of alarm on the faces of the others.
We found that we didn't have much problem with him [J.C.], it was his followers we found questionable.
I don't want to talk to you no more, you empty headed animal food trough wiper. I fart in your general direction. Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries.