Keep your paws off my fiancèe, you flea-ridden stray!
And who are you supposed to be? the King of snot-nosed delinquents?
You sick, twisted monster," Sabrina seethed at Pinocchio.
The night is young, and by the grace of magic, so are we.
Don't duh me!" Puck snapped. "Trying to figure out what you're thinking from one day to the next takes more brains than I have." Well, maybe you should stop. I'd hate to burn out that little peanut in your head.
But know this, if you get killed out there I'm going to fire you.