I'm rubber, you're glue, whatever you say bounce off me and sticks to you.

We almost made it to thirty seconds without an insult. I think we set a new record.

Are ye ta'en with the swindle or the turn-sickness? Or are ye out of your wits?

What other culture could have produced someone like Hemingway and not seen the joke?

Get you gone, you dwarf,You minimus of hindering knotgrass made,You bead, you acorn!

You couldn't find your dick in the dark, you scheming, sleaze-mongering scumwad.

He would make a good lamp post if he'd weather better and didn't have to eat.

I've got a good mind to go out and join a club and beat you over the head with it.

Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play thefool no where but in's own house.

Shoo. Away with you. It's my fault for expecting the extraordinary from the ordinary.

When someone insults me, I simply shut down. Then I open back up at 9 am the next morning.

Why, he was so handsome and brave that no one would ever have suspected that he was bookish!

The trouble with her is that she lacks the power of conversation but not the power of speech.

If they can make penicillin out of moldy bread, then they can sure make something out of you.

Who the hell do you think you're, Kiddo?I don't do thinking, Sir. I simply improvise.