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Bosh. I find a rival - but no, I won't flatter myself that Tecumseh Fox would consider himself a rival of Dol Bonner - I find an eminent detective in your apartment, and that alone is enough, without adding that he is concealed in your bedroom while I am discussing my business with you ...
Boff," Agent Brent said. "I didn't know people used that word anymore." "You young whippersnappers just don't know a good piece of slang when you hear it,
I'm a Berliner - fast, loud, obnoxious, industrious, brutally open.
Emil Drukker, the Head-hunter of Cologne.
Owr brave little shank!
Blindur er boklaus madur - Blind is the bookless man.
My rookie is manly, so manly, oh so manly his name is Derrick Bateman.
Blud's thicker than water.
It is as it is. Betren son of Bromwell Defender of Delmarath
Abracadabra, moron.
Bursar?"
"Yes, Archchancellor?"
"You ain't a member of some secret society or somethin', are you?"
"Me? No, Archchancellor."
"Then it'd be a damn good idea to take your underpants off your head.
Twitter, twatter, fudder, motherfucker, I don't care what it's called.
Get out of the road, you dumb motherfucker!
Cruddy Mouthbreather
Bonkie bit Garp!"
Garp bit Bonkie
A phoenix ain't nuthin' but a burd.
Who's the Angelfucker now?
Write like a motherfucker.
Sits bits unhitch!
Come what may, I have been blest.Blest-- Lord Byron
Back to work, baccck to work
The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read, With loads of learned lumber in his head.
Why, look you, I am whipp'd and scourg'd with rods,
Nettled and stung with pismires[nettles], when I hear
Of this vile politician, Bolingbroke.
To be a cocksucker is to be oriented towards a specific gender.
Blivet is when a man has a box or a bag that is designed to hold five pounds worth of stuff and he tries to shove ten pounds worth of stuff into it instead.
Cockmotherhumpershitpissbodoinkeewacker,
Is this still battle? Is this still the glorious matching of man against man? Or is this just murder? He did not care. I cannot tell jokes, or make pretty conversation, but this I can do. This I am made for. Bremer dan Gorst, king of the world!
Stationer, that Riddlesden, the attorney, was a very knave.
Andross, you motherfucker.
Just call me the Boswell of the Krull Gang.
LADY BRACKNELL
Algernon is an extremely, I may almost say an ostentatiously, eligible young man. He has nothing, but he looks everything. What more can one desire?
I'd prefer you accuse my son, so he can defend his innocence rather than prolong unnecessary guilt. (Spoken by Bracke, told by Eric)
It was a hard name having growing up as a child. Some kids would call me names like "Birbiglebug" and "Birbibliography" and "Faggot". Some were more clever than others.
Smaller-than-Medium-Jock-but-bigger-than-Wee-Jock-Jock
If You Hang Around with a Bunch of Blunderers Long Enough, you Will Become One Yourself.
It's gonna be a slobberknocker!
Brambleclaw dipped his head. "The battle is won," he growled. "The clearing is ours. Do you concede or shall we fight for it again?"
Blackstar flashed a look of burning hatred over his shoulder. "Take it," he hissed. "It was never worth the blood that has been spilled here today.
You're like a Banty Rooster, sweetheart. Tiny little thing, but you don't hesitate to puff out your chest, lookin' for a fight.
A slumpbuster is when you have to take one for the team. It's finding the biggest, nastiest, fattest broad, and you put the wood to her to come out of your slump. Also known as 'jumping on a grenade for the team'.
Ballycumber (ba-li-KUM-ber) n.
One of the six half-read books lying somewhere in your bed.
Finally Beiderbecke came out with a silver cornet. He put it to his lips and blew a phrase. The sound came out like a girl saying 'yes'.
Bubba the Sheep Squeezer in
Professor Braithwope, shimmering out of his room fully clothed and dapper. His mustache was a fluffy caterpillar of curiosity, perched and ready to inquire, dragging the vampire along behind it on the investigation.
Winna ye be gaein' awa', to write buiks, an' gar fowk fin' oot what's the maitter wi' them?
boor (which originally just meant "farmer," as in the German Bauer and Dutch boer); villain (from the French vilein, a serf or villager); churlish (from English churl, a commoner); vulgar (common, as in the term vulgate); and ignoble, not an aristocrat.
Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe.
In the middle sat Brad Blanton. He was a large man. His shirt, open to his chest, was yellow-white, like his hair. With his sunburned face, he looked like a red ball abandoned in dirty snow.
Binkie, the one and only. He can hear her rings clacking on the plastic phone, and he chuckles, envisioning with amusement the bejeweled and suntanned manicured grip his grandmother thinks she has on his balls. And she does.
Mother... fucker...
(On Baron von Blixen
Six feet of amiable Swede and, to my knowledge, the toughest, most durable White Hunter ever to snicker at the fanfare of safari or to shoot a charging buffalo between the eyes while debating whether his sundown drink will be gin or whisky.
It's no fun to be a bluestocking in a family of jockstraps.
You pussy-whipped douche waffle.
My secret world of bosom sculpting is crashing down around me. I'm destined for bra-stuffing rehab in a distant boobicus minimus land. I just know it.
I hate when people call me 'The Boz'.
Lord Birkenhead is very clever but sometimes his brains go to his head.
Fritz, the doggen butler, presented him with a barf bag at exactly the right moment. A barf bag. A hospital-grade, bright-green barf bag. As
In the cosmos of time, there's not a cocksucker in this room who is more than a fart in the wind!
In the beginning, we're told, was the word. Every once in a while someone shows up on the planet who is word-obsessed and word-gifted; and the light and darkness get named again. In our day, that someone is Buechner.
In Brohier's eyes, violence was not merely the last refuge of the incompetent. It was the gloating revenge of the sore loser.
Semmelweis reflex. They
Norbert the Norwegian Ridgeback
Who's Heinz and what's an accordion?"
-Spader
That is one boss, bold, bladed motherfucker.
I am Birgitte Silverbow," Birgitte announced, as if to dispel doubt. "The Horn of Valere has sounded, calling all to the Last Battle. The heroes have returned!
What do you call a kid with no arms and an eyepatch? Names.
Him I call indeed a Brahmana whose knowledge is deep, who possesses wisdom, who knows the right way and the wrong, and has attained the highest end.
bradawl. It was just a blunt steel spike set into a handle.
Babbit was an average father. He was affectionate, bullying, opinionated, ignorant, and rather wistful. Like most parents he enjoyed the game of waiting till the victim was clearly wrong, then virtuously pouncing.
O, how full of briers is this working-day world!
This one looks good," said Chong over breakfast the next morning.
Benny read out loud from the paper. "'Pit Thrower.' What's that?"
"I don't know," Chong said with a mouth full of toast. "I think it has something to do with barbecuing."
It didn't.
MY NAME IS BARSCH LA TERGAN, HEAR ME ROAR!
How will you deal with him?" Belses asked.
Jock lifted a brawny fist and regarded it lovingly. "Knock him out
truss him up
whatever the Almighty permits us."
Supposing he's not alone?"
Oh, then, if his trusties are with him, there'll be a bonny rumpus.
People have always called me Schneider Monkey just because of my energy and mass consumption of bananas. Plus, I just love monkeys, so I thought, 'Well, I love monkeys, I love my fans, why not put the two together?'
a Nean derthal with a badge.
Cotter leaned forward. "Where do you get off being such a bossy bitch?"
I looked him dead in the eyes. "I was born a bossy birch, so you can either roll with it or get rolled over.
GAMZEE: honk.
KARKAT: WHAT.
GAMZEE: HONK.
KARKAT: WHAT DOES HONK MEAN THIS TIME YOU WHIMSICAL PIECE OF SHIT?????
BEF, bitch-enemy-forever.Bef-- Jaymin Eve
Veggard Heggem, my word, he must have a Yamaha down his shorts.
If you intend to look like a street urchin and smell like a sow, I shall have to call you something else." He looked Teach over from head to toe, noting his shabby black hair and beard. "You're no dandy. I'll call you Blackbeard. Welcome aboard.
He calls you dear Sabine - Patronizing fart!
Eierkopf. Egghead. Because the big double-domed empty heads break so easily ... in the street brawls.
Falderson," he said quietly to Bahzell in passable Navahkan, "is as stupid as the day is long." He craned his neck to gaze up at the hradani and shook his head. "In fact, he's even stupider than I thought. You, sir, are the biggest damned hradani-no offense-I think I've ever seen.
I dub thee Toadsticker," I said. "Slayer of miscreants, opener of packages, occasional carver of baked turkeys. Let all men hear, and know mild caution." I swear the steel flickered.
Let a book be your best defense to bordem
I don't speak fluent bumpkin...
I'm a pioneer, motherfucker.
The bisy larke, messager of day.
Breccan. My name is Breccan ... And you know I'm not talking about sex. Unless you are
" he recanted quickly. "Cause if that's the case ... then yes, I'm so there," he said with a teasing smile. "But only cause you asked so nicely," he added.
I vill now destroy the snickuh bahrs!
Semper Fi! MotherFucker!
Hair and hole, horn and teeth - hedgehog, walrus, ape, Josef Breuer. He
I want a bibimbap wrap (honestly I just like saying "bibimbap"),
Bleesed is the person whose mind is ever at peace never diprssed never disappointed.
Dude. Hot Bozo. Best nickname ever.
pussy, Ryker. I've waited forever
I'm Jill Dumpty."
"So your brother was Humpty Dumpty?"
"And he didn't fall off that wall, Mr. Horner. He was pushed.
A winkle is just a bogey with a crash helmet on.
German? I don't know what that means ... we don't say that in America
What a cocky little turd. I
Bu is a word that cools many a warm impulse, stifles many a kindly thought, puts a dead stop to many a brotherly deed. No one would ever love his neighbor as himself if he listened to all the Buts that could be said.