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I want my fluff-fluff! (Bob) Fluff-fluff ... (Zarek looked panicked.) (Zarek)
Fee-fi-fo-fum -
Now I'm borrowed.
Now I'm numb.
So his flunkies are what, pirates?
fiddlesticks" and
Seagulls ... slim yachts of the element.
Winna ye be gaein' awa', to write buiks, an' gar fowk fin' oot what's the maitter wi' them?
This wind's like to push us off the Wall, and I never did learn the knack of flying. They
Threw you the obvious and you flew with it on your back,
A name in your recollection, down among a million same. - A Perfect Circle.
Often the fairest impression that remains in our minds of a favourite air is one which has arisen out of a jumble of wrong notes struck by unskillful fingers upon a tuneless piano.
Man on the dubious waves of error toss'd.
Stand firm, don't flutter!
blow your trump - blister your lungs! - Ahab will dam off your blood, as a miller shuts his watergate upon the stream!
I wonder that among all the evils deprecated in the Liturgy, no one thought of inserting flitting. Is there any worse thing? Oh no, no!
anchor, v.: I drift, I drift, I drift, you stay.
Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!
If the wind doesn't blow...row
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.
Warm fuzzies?"
"I don't do warm fuzzies."
Well, we can't win 'em all.
"I do scorching blazes," he muttered under his breath. "That sear you alive.
If have got my spindle and my distaff ready
my pen and mind
never doubting for an instant that God will send me flax.
It is time." Bradazak
What kind of fuckery is this?
fisselig (German):
Flustered to the point of incompetence. A temporary state of inexactitude and sloppiness that is elicited by another person's nagging.
It sure is a pleasure not having Flume around in the mess hall any more. No more of that 'Pass the salt, Walt.'"
"Or 'Pass the bread, Fred.'"
"Or 'Shoot me a beet, Pete.
What's shaking, Gatorbait?
The key to a frittata," Mike told the camera, "is to use a really hot pan. Because that, my friends, is what makes it" - he paused dramatically - "fluffy.
it seemed to Igor that trouble hit Mr. Lipwig like a big wave hitting a flotilla of ducks. Afterward, there was no wave but there was still a lot of duck. "It
Voytek is here, to fuck penguin.
Captain Flane to the bridge!" A voice called over the intercom at his bedside. Flane stirred, pondering the degree of necessity that might motivate him to do more.
Tis an ill wind that blows no minds
theatrical groan of disappointment. Szacki
A few feathery flakes are scattered widely through the air, and hover downward with uncertain flight, now almost alighting on the earth, now whirled again aloft into remote regions of the atmosphere.
Flyer than the rest but I don't rest I keep goin
Twitter, twatter, fudder, motherfucker, I don't care what it's called.
Quack, damn you!
was working the cold up
Words cannot express how pissed off I am. I am going to have to invent a new word to explain how angry I am. Karflagled. I am so karflagled off at you right now!" "See,
Summerlee burst into derisive laughter. 'A ptero-fiddlestick!' said he. 'It was a stork, if I ever I saw one.
What's a flange?" asked Marcia.
A what?"
A flange. It says here attatch piece Y to the long, upright D, taking care to align holes P and Q with the corrosponding holes N and O in the left-hand flange. I can't see a wrethed flange anywhere.
I ate too many Frosted Flakes. I don't remember what I said last night.
I'm taking Fleur on a thestral," said Bill. "She's not that fond of brooms."
Fleur walked over to stand beside him, giving him a sloppy, slavish look that Harry hoped with all his heart would never appear on his face again.
Crash, from the Russian krashenina Noun: a rough fabric sometimes used to strengthen the spine of a book
In every queen there's a touch of floozy.
The people closest to you routinely catch the flak thrown off by the explosive stuff you normally work so hard to keep hidden.
All that Canada air coming south and turning us into Popsicles." She
If you're calling her a floozy, I'm by way of being a bit of a floozy myself." "Oh, Jared," said Kami, who was well aware of his romantic experience, or total lack thereof. "You are not." "Well, I have floozy ambitions.
BLARGLE SLORG NOTH HARGHLE FTHAGN! You know. The usual.
Paddles and floggers and whips, oh my! - Location 3816
Did what people will do in politics, or on the sea when the wind is against them, - I tacked.
I sit, smoking, my head against the cool comfort of the fighter plane's wheel, its wing shielding but never embracing me. I'm a cold nestling tonight.
When times are tough, the weak bail and the tough get creative.
Well, Kernel, they kilt us but they ain't whupped us yit, air they?
A Waft of Cheese
Painted and smiling, I balance on my trapeze. Luka is poised ten metres away, his muscles shining under the lights. The wooden circles in his earlobes twitch as his jaw clenches, unclenches, clenches.
Did you see what happened?"
"Hard to miss," he said dryly. "Your boat went kaplooie."
Tally blinked at his easy dismissal of two lives and a million-dollar boat. "Is that the technical term for it?
Amazingly flaverly? Or flavored with amazin?
-Francis Vallejo
I don't 'boink' anyone. I fuck,
scat to rock steady
Tailor gang they rolling up those paper planes.
Pekka Rollins couldn't count the threats he'd heard, the men he'd killed, or the men he'd seen die, but the look in Brekker's eye still sent a chill slithering up his spine. Some wrathful thing in this boy was beginning to get loose, and Rollin's didn't want to be around when it slipped its leash.
Fahlberg is a scoundrel. It nauseates me to hear my name mentioned in the same breath with him.
Flannery craved a cigarette. Her nerves were so tense that only nicotine could soothe them, and for the first time, she genuinely understood how the drug worked. It wasn't just a prop or an affectation. It was a tool for mental health.
Brass, stay down all summer.
I must confess I am a fop in my heart; ill customs influence my very senses, and I have been so used to affectation that without the help of the air of the court what is natural cannot touch me.
Loony, Loopy Lupin.
When the game ended, Mike laid down his control paddle. "So you've met the Nordic goddess, right?"
Aria glanced up at him warily. "Excuse me?"
Mike rolled his eyes. "Duh. Klaudia, which I'm pretty sure is Scandinavian for sex vixen.
Wer rastet, rostet - what rests, rusts.
Well, listen, you know, the Czech saying is, you know, when you are drowning you are grabbing even a little twig. That's what all Czechs were doing, grabbing for ... with the hope for this little twig.
Oh, fiddle-faddle.
Here," he said,holding out a dark mink coat. "Thought you might be cold."
"Where did you-"
"I yoinked it off a broad coming home from the market back there.Don't worry,she had enough natural padding already."
"Bill!"
"Hey,you needed it!" He shrugged. "Wear it in good health.
The bird, the best, the fisch eke in the see,They live in fredome, everich in his kynd.And I a man, and lakkith libertee.
Stick." I said in Russian. I had no clue what the word for stake was. I pointed at the silver ring I wore and made a slashing motion. "Stick. where?"
He stared at me in utter confusion and then asked in perfect English, "why are you talking like that?
Today on the way home, it snows. Big, soft caressing flakes fall onto our skin like cold moths; the air fills with feathers.
Fo lo, the gentil kind of the lioun! For when a flye offendeth him or byteth, He with his tayl awey the flye smyteth Al esily, for, of his genterye, Him deyneth net to wreke him on a flye, As cloth a curre or elles another beste.
out. May propped the
No fickleness in flight like that of wind or women's fancy,
Your whole vocabulary's played out, admit it.
Still wack if it came out my mouth and I spit it.
O the wind is a faun in the spring time
When the ways are green for the tread of the May!
List! hark his lay!
Whist! mark his play!
T-r-r-r-l!
Hear how gay!
Did you ever go to a place ... I think it was called Norway?" "No," said Arthur, "no, I didn't." "Pity," said Slartibartfast, "that was one of mine. Won an award, you know. Lovely crinkly edges. I was most upset to hear of its destruction.
Nothing but a speck we seem In the waste of waters round, Floating, floating like a dream, Outward bound.
The flannelled fools at the wicket or the mudied oafs at the goals ...
Come up fish. Come to Quint.
Hell yeah," Danika
Fredrika Bimm, what do you think you're doing?"
"Freaking out. Losing my mind. Thinking about snapping your husband's spine. Squashing the urge to vomit. Wishing I had died at childbirth."
"Oh, you say that when you don't get a prize in your Lucky Charms.
And this must be our little Flavia!'
On paper the man was already dead.
Hey," Pavlicek held on, "what's the most bullshit word in the English language." "Closure." "Give that man a cigar," Pavlicek said, then hung up.
When the river takes me I don't try to swim or stay afloat. I open my eyes and my mouth and let the water fill me up. I feel my lungs spasm but there's no pain, and I stop being afraid. The current carries me along. I'm flotsam, and I understand that flotsam is all I've ever been.
Show me someone who practices the petty theft of floggers, and I'll show you a hard on.
We wail, batten, sport, clip, clasp, sunder, dwindle, die:
They sailed into Raguza and Hal said, as bold as brass, We've come to challenge Zavac and we plan to kick his -
In Boffo's Novelty and Joke Emporium in Ankh-Morpork, all the whoopee cushions trumpeted in a doleful harmony;
In the German tongue, in the Polish town
Scraped flat by the roller
Of wars, wars, wars ...
Son of a f**king whore," Avasarala said, loud enough to cut through the background buzz of conversations.
The crowd turned to her. She was looking at her hand terminal.
"What's a whore, Daddy?"
"It's a kind of frost, honey," Prax said. "What's going on?
Takin' out my freak tonight
Whatever makes your balloon red, Swopes.
What the heck is this, a trivet?"
"I AM WAFFLE FACE!
Credit, that rare bird of security and peace, rested with none, but stood with upraised wings, ready to fly off at the first rumor of suspicion.
I come from a tough stock.
A bad word that I can't say that starts with f.
Fire to my ice. Ice to my fever.
Caught red-handed for exclamation abuse.