I don’t know you well enough to truly dislike you but you are just too wierd to live with!!
You know me. I’m the same as you. It’s two in the morning and I don’t know nobody.
(Disclaimer: this used to be my sig line 
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Scuttle knows where he lives!
Dobby is a free elf, and Dobby has come to save Harry Potter and his friends!
On boy, oh boy, oh boy, oh boy! I feel so good I could spit in Potter’s eye! I think I will, I think I will!
Something sweet,
Something sort of grandish
Sweeps my soul
When thou art near.
My heart feels so sugar candish
My hand feels so ginger beer.
This ginger needs her jiggle juice!
What is it with this girl? She got beer-flavoured nipples?"
It tastes like the back of a fucking L.A. school bus.
Did you feed them after midnight?
Bring the breakfast trays up at once–and hurry!
He does know about second breakfasts, right?
I haven’t drunk champagne before breakfast before. With breakfast on several occasions, but never before, before.
Well, I guess we’re in for a long night, 'cause I don’t know shit
(Lethal Weapon)
I’ve taken the liberty of anticipating your condition. I have brought you orange juice, coffee, and aspirins. Or do you need to throw up?
Oh, I just think I’m gonna barf
Fargo
I say hurl. If you blow chunks and she comes back, she’s yours. But if you spew and she bolts, then it was never meant to be.
Your middle name is Ralph, as in puke.
But until that day you are pukes. You are the lowest form of life on Earth. You are not even human fucking beings. You are nothing but unorganized grabastic pieces of amphibian shit!
You always were a cunning linguist!