Sidecars are for bitches.
“Ah, you’d better get packing, bitch, we’re running out of time.”
“This job would be great if it weren’t for the fucking customers!”
Oops, double post.
“I deal with the goddamn customers so the engineers don’t have to! I have people skills! I am good at dealing with people! Can’t you understand that? What the hell is wrong with you people?”
NM.
Curse you, Little Nemo.
Son, you got a panty on your head.
Are you talkin’ to me?
O.R. they?
I think we’re just going to have to be secretly in love and leave it at that.
Let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel-belted radials and I won’t say anything.
I’m not gonna hurt you. I’m just gonna bash your brains in. Gonna bash them right the fuck in.
Inconceivable!
“I don’t know. I can imagine quite a lot.”
You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.
“You wanna know who I want to get pregnant? Felicity Huffman. Ever since I saw Transamerica, I can’t get her out of my head.”
Look, just stay away from my fucking lady friend.
Do we have to use quotes that include the F word?
Everything’s a fuckin’ travesty with you, man! And what was all that shit about Vietnam? What the FUCK, has anything got to do with Vietnam? What the fuck are you talking about?