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Good morning, Eeyore," shouted Piglet. "Good morning, Little Piglet," said Eeyore. "If it is a good morning," he said. "Which I doubt," said he. "Not that it matters," he
Egg-sucking son of a porcupine!
I know Quine, by the way. Real asshole.
Kalevala, whereas
Another one of your quippy japes?
Kestilan? There was that name again. Oliver fought down an irrational surge of jealousy for this mysterious being who took up so much of Petunia's attention.
Quark!"--the Quarkbeast
Ting-a-ling mother fucker.
What the hell kind of name is Kitty for a werewolf?
Squee-squee-squawky-squiggly-squee.-- Eric Arvin
Tuppence was what my grandmother nicknamed my mother, so she gave it to me. My sister is called Angel, and my brother was going to be called Bubba or Sonny, until they let me and my sister name him Josh.
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,
Piglet," Bishop Wulfheard said in a scornful tone. I stared at him, then held up a hand to check Merewalh, who was about to leave the hall. "Maybe we don't need a piglet," I said slowly, as if an idea was just coming to me. "Why waste a baby pig when there's a bishop available?" Wulfheard fled.
corn maque choux. He
French zombie chauffeur.
Chris: How do you know if a Frenchman has been in your backyard?
Teddy: Hey, I'm French, okay?
Chris: Your garbage cans are empty and your dog's pregnant.
[Chris and Gordie laugh]
Teddy: Didn't I just say I was French?
Cassoulet, like life itself, is not so simple as it seems.
prestidigitator,
Mouse-brained fool
Bad spellers of the world untie!
Fellow has the wrong clothes and all that. French chap-or Belgian. Queer fellow, but he's got the goods all right.
Belgian stranger - all
Quin took on the air of someone who has just realized it's time for the yearly visit to the spinster great-aunt in a desperate attempt to woo her inheritance away from her thirty-eight cats.
Mia: I can't do this, I'm a girl. Gym Teacher Harbula: What am I? A duck?
Treeple - all you need is be-leaf!
I shall call him Tufty.
French. Feel. Finger. Fuck.
A pasty costly-made, Where quail and pigeon, lark and leveret lay, Like fossils of the rock, with golden yolks Imbedded and injellied.
The best way to spell victory? K-I-L-L.
Wiv difficulty 'an injinuity. Jest bein' smart, like.
Uniden Homepatrol
Con-tu-ber-nal(noun). One who occupies
the same tent; a tent-fellow, comrade.
The thought of Percy Prewitt as my contubernal causes me to break out in hives.
-From the personal dictionary of
Caroline Trent
Don't be a goose!
The male who'd just arrived laughed as he embraced Qhuinn. You have such a way with words, cousin. I would say ... trucker meets sailor crossed with a twelve-year-old.
SHUT UP!...PADLE!
pocket lizard licker.
Boy, those French! They have a different word for everything.
Or, as I call it, a Cheesel, it's a Weasel with a Cheese finish.
Hey big mouth, how do you spell triple?
Who are you calling?" (claire) Pizza hut" (shane) Loser" (claire)
Beep-beep, Richie,
Oh, you fuckguzzling shitweasel.
WHAT a funny sight it is to see a brood of ducklings with a hen!
Tweedle dee and tweedle dum
Ree sat chilled inside her squat tent. To occupy her mind, she decided to name all the Miltons: Thump, Blond, Catfish, Spider, Whoop, Rooster, Scrap ... Lefty, Dog, Punch, Pinkeye, Momsy ... Cotton, Hog-jaw, Ten Penny, Peashot ...
Hey, can you teach me the word for friend that you wrote on my card?"
"Peng you," I say.
"Peng you," she says, only instead of pung yo, it sounds like penguin. "Shee shee for being my penguin," she says.
Chadwickius frenemus,
Don Quixotes! Stand aback from my windmill!
Avaunt, you cullions!
The GP appeared in its typical V formation. "Goose on the lawn," Luc said. "Goose?" I asked. "That V formation. I like to use derogatory terms to describe the GP whenever possible.
Oh, fiddle-faddle.
So you're the Pigeon, huh?"
"No," I snapped. "I have a name."
He seemed amused at the way I regarded him, which only served to make me angrier.
"Well? What is it?" he asked.
I took a bite of the last apple spear on my plate, ignoring him.
"Pigeon it is, then," he shrugged.
Harlequin, probably derived from the old French Hellequin: a troop of the devil's horsemen.
misbegotten cockwaffle.
Conceited little mega-puppy.
Madeline Hatter. Her lavender-streaked teal hair exploded around her in messy curls. The polka-dotted, striped, and lacy layers of her skirt were bunched and fluffed. Her teacup hat tilted low over one ear. "Whoops,
Aggle flabble kabble . . . snurp?
Here comes Monseiur Le Beau.
Rosalind: With his mouth full of news.
Celia: Which he will put on us, as pigeons feed their young.
Rosalind: Then shall we be news-crammed.
Celia: All the better; we shall be the more marketable.
Hongry rooster don't cackle w'en he fine a wum.
TING-A-LING, YOU SON OF A BITCH!
Lord love a duck.
Tess
DY-N-AMITE
Tim
What do you call a rifle with three barrels?
A trifle.
What do you call a hundred blondes stacked on top of each other? An air mattress.
I fink it is a femuw. A femuw of a winowcowus ... A a-stinct winocowus.
UTSL, which Maxine at first takes for an anagram of LUST or possibly SLUT but later learns is Unix for Use The Source, Luke.
Gilly Gilleshpee
I don't think Kitchen makes this. What's it called again?"
"Jell-O Surprise." Link grinned.
"What's the surprise?" Ridley examined the red gelatin more closely.
"What they put in it.
A Quarkbeast is a small hyena-shaped creature that is covered in leathery scales and often described as: 'One tenth Labrador, six-tenths velociraptor and three-tenths kitchen food blender.
What about Wee Squirl? --Rose MacDonell
neighborhood - his name's pronounced 'Kirry,' but it's spelt 'C-i-r-e.'
StocktontoMalone
I wonder what Matthias would have to say about that outfit." "He wouldn't approve." "He doesn't approve of anything about you. But when you laugh, he perks up like a tulip in fresh water." Nina snorted. "Matthias the tulip." "The big, brooding, yellow tulip.
Reunited with strawberry, raspberry and blueberry, I am berry, berry happy to be back working with JELL-O.
Summerlee burst into derisive laughter. 'A ptero-fiddlestick!' said he. 'It was a stork, if I ever I saw one.
That sounds like bulshytt!
Bonkie bit Garp!"
Garp bit Bonkie
I say and maintain, that of all torcheculs, arsewisps, bumfodders, tail-napkins, bunghole cleansers, and wipe-breeches, there is none in the world comparable to the neck of a goose ...
(Claude and Marcel LeFever were speaking in French. This simultaneous English translation is being beamed to the reader via literary satellite.)
J..es ... u..s fu ... ck..in.g Ch..ri ... strong>ststrong> Liam! The bed slammed againstrong>ststrong> the wall.
flibbertigibbets - and
cudgel! That's worth thy trouble,
An exquisite dulcet epithalame of most mollificative suadency for juveniles amatory whom the odoriferous flambeaus of the paranymphs have escorted to the quadrupedal proscenium of connubial communion.
Fie, fie, how frantically I square my talk!
Honey?" she asks. "Don't call me that," I snap. "What? Honey?" she asks. "Yes," I snap again. "What do you want me to call you?" she asks, indignantly. "CEO?" She stifles a giggle. "Oh Christ." "No, really Patrick. What do you want me to call you?" King, I'm thinking.
Bee there Orr Bee A Rectangular Thyng
What the hell is that?" I laughed.
"It's my fox hat."
"Your fox hat?"
"Yeah, Pudge. My fox hat."
"Why are you wearing your fox hat?" I asked.
"Because no one can catch the motherfucking fox.
Squirrel as in squirrel squirrel?
Cancer. Rhymes with "dancer" and "you just shit your pants, sir".
Flipp'er over, flip flip!
Elcric d'na, trats!
Duck-bill, n. Your account at your restaurant during the canvas-back season.
fiddlesticks" and
pony, mashed potato, alligator, watusi, twist, jerk.
Cranberry Catsup
Don't repeat this word again
Cockmotherhumpershitpissbodoinkeewacker,
I should have had the pickle.
Previously, when I began to write this tale, I set out by saying that Mlle. Claude was a whore. She is a whore, of course, and I'm not trying to deny it, but what I say now is
if Mlle. Claude is a whore then what name shall I find for the other women I know?
Sent as a present from Annam
A red cockatoo.
Coloured like the peach-tree blossom,
Speaking with the speech of men.
And they did to it what is always done
To the learned and eloquent.
They took a cage with stout bars
And shut it up inside.
I'm crepuscular.