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You dirty rat...
Creep, clobber, squawk. Repeat.
Oh dear, is that a skunk?" Leonora asked.
"No," Alessandro gasped in horror. "No the smelly cat!"
"I've told you, Alessandro darling, they aren't cats."
"They look like cats. Like the big fluffy cat she's been stepped on and flattened to a big fluffy pancake cat," Alessandro argued.
To be gret is to be misunderstood.
(A WOMBAT is a Waste Of Money, Brains, And Time: the non-IT equivalent of a PEBCAK. (A PEBCAK is a Problem that Exists Between Chair And Keyboard. (You get the picture: it's parenthesized despair all the way down.)))
Scorch: "I think Sev might have an anger problem."
Sev: "I think you have an intelligence problem.
Stupid, Stupid Rat Creatures!
a misbegotten cockwaffle.
look here you old, painted hussy! I am neither a tart, a trollop, nor am I a strumpet! I am a lady of refined breeding and culture, so bugger off, before this little poppet pops you one in that ugly, wrinkled mug!
The itch of scribbling.
You snorted. And you call a dick a schlong.
A scatterbrain is one who never has an unspoken thought.
Do you have to skulk about like that?"
"No, I don't suppose I have to skulk about ... I simply enjoy doing so."
"Well, it's a very vulgar habit.
So this crow comes and it starts quacking at us.
One cannot sass me with impunity.
I don't keer w'at you do wid me, Brer Fox,' sezee, 'so you don't fling me in dat brier-patch. Roas' me, Brer Fox' sezee, 'but don't fling me in dat brier-patch,' sezee.
The demented strutting of a dumb bird in the moonlight.
How sweet it was to be scolded by such a tiny.
We were surrounded by thirty-foot-tall giants who were about to kill us. Then the sky opened up, and the gods descended."
"Grandad," the kids said, "you are full of schist."
"I'm not kidding!" he protested.
All of us have schnozzles ... if not in our faces, then in our character, minds or habits. When we admit our schnozzles, instead of defending them, we begin to laugh, and the world laughs with us.
cudgel! That's worth thy trouble,
Pigeon she strut on the rooftop
Cockroach he strut on the sink
My baby strut down to Jerusalem
Where blood is the favorite drink
Tanaquil gently toed the peeve. "I'll unfasten the window. Jump out to the lower roof and run."
"Stay and bite," said the peeve.
Taint no use to sit and whine 'Cause the fish ain't on your line; Bait your hook an' keep on tryin', Keep a-goin'!
Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie,
O, what a panic's in thy breastie!
Purrrrrrrr" Elizabeth kneaded Vlad's pecs. "I hear a Kitty!" Vlad's eyes sprung open. There was a moment of hurt, of sad. There was no kitty. "You're teasing me!" - Bats
So the question is ... You wanna be a Scruffian or not?
I squawked attractively. Okay. That was a lie. There is no way to squawk attractively. It was rather unattractive. Arms flailing, legs kicking. It was just awful.
Smeagol won't grub for roots and carrotses and - taters. What's taters,precious, eh, what's taters?"
"Po-ta-toes!" said Sam.
Scuse me, 'scuse me," said a voice from beside him. He looked down this time at a dirty, half-scorched cat, who grinned at him. "Did that cat just speak?" asked the mayor. Maurice looked around. "Which one?" he said. "You! Did you just talk?" "Would you feel better if I said no?" said Maurice.
Kick your shoes off, kickem off
What an absolute scumbag. What an absolutely, perfectly sculpted, beautifully smelling . . . scumbag.
You worthless excuse for a dung dealer. (Stryder)
Someone broke from the scrum and, punching and kicking, staggered towards the Klatchian goal.
"Isn't that man your butler?" said Ahmed.
"Yes."
"One of your soldiers said he bit a man's nose off."
Vimes shrugged. "He's got a very pointed look if I don't use the sugar tongs, I know that.
Tigerkit! Have you been eavesdropping again? Tawnypelt glared at her dark tabby kit, but it was easy to see the fondness in her eyes.
I would not engage the wombat
In any form of mortal combat.
Malory! You've got a chipmunk on your pussy!
Me wretched! Let me curr to quercine shades!
Effund your albid hausts, lactiferous maids!
O, might I vole to some umbrageous clump,
Depart,
be off,
excede,
evade,
erump!
Run, little mouse. The hawk is coming, and you're going to get eaten.
Allow me to translate, Twitchtip said, not even bothering to move. She said if you don't stop your incessant babble, that big rat sitting in the boat next to you will rip your head off.
So a skunk humped my leg earlier.
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HEY, BOBBY TERRY, YOU SCROOOOWED IT UP!
Sits bits unhitch!
Don't screech like that. You'll wake the dead.
Everyone must know by now that the aim of Scrabble is to gain the moral high ground, the loser being the first player to slam the board shut and upset all the letters over the floor.
You peasant swain! You whoreson malt-horse drudge!
Get your filthy paws off my son, feet pue tan! Cherise
Don't cross me Scooby-Doo. I'm not an old man in a mask waiting to be thwarted by you meddling kids.
GON. How lush and lusty the grass looks! how green!
ANT. The ground indeed is tawny.
SEB. With an eye of green in 't.
ANT. He misses not much.
SEB. No; he doth but mistake the truth totally.
Tis but a scratch!"
"A scratch? Your arm's off!"
"No it isn't."
"Then what's that?"
"Oh come on, pansy!
When a child has a cold with a bad cough, tell him to scat that cat out of him.
The Stag at Bay with the mentality of a fox at large.
I thought you said scrying was a bad idea."
"It's like vodka," Calla said. "It really depends on who's doing it.
Careful, Quint. She goes from cute to carnivorous in 2.5 seconds.
Scapegrace leaped up. "I am the Killer Supreme! I make
murder into an art form!"
Skulduggery hit him again and Scapegrace did a little twirl
before falling.
Um, Sparrow ... did I really hear you say dagnabbit?
You know on TV when there's one of those awkward, shocking moments and all you hear are the crickets in the background?
Well chirp fucking chirp ... this is one of those moments.
Meow,' Cat Norman said simply, parking his big butt by my foot and looking up at me. 'Meow.'
'I hate you,' I told him. He didn't even flinch.
His eyes went to predatory mode, following my every movement. The gold flecks in his eyes gleamed.
I was going to have to burn him again. I could see it in his eyes.
Were-cats and their constant need to poke and bat at things.
Sqwaak!" from Fletcher, the environmental crime fighting parrot in The Big Belch graphic novel by Kay Wood.
remove the speck from your
That's how I got my name, you know. The Bonny scot, see?
I won't ridicule you." He walked up to the window. "Want a Coke?'
"Cherry slurpe."
He rolled his eyes. "And you make fun of me."
"See? Ridicule because I want a slurpy."
"Vivi, you're thrity-one years old."
"Right. So make it a vodka slurpy and meet me at that table.
Nothing so fretful, so despicable as a Scribbler, see what I am, and what a parcel of Scoundrels I have brought about my ears, and what language I have been obliged to treat them with to deal with them in their own way; - all this comes of Authorship.
What more scoundrelly trick could you have played on us?
dung. Spot wouldn't even put his nose inside the
Caw! Caw, Hartley, caw!"
Chase narrowed his eyes again.
"Sam?"
I nodded. Then crossed to the window again and called down to Sam. "You can quit squawking. He caught me.
Even a cock crows over his own dunghill.
Bleep!" I screamed to the wall in front of me. "Bleep, bleep, bleep !" I kicked the dumpster, then grabbed at my foot. Now I was dirty, my toes hurt, and I felt like an idiot.
Aussie sledging? I'm just glad they've heard of me!
Silence is the most perfect expression of scorn.
glared an upset glare
Rat. A curse, an insult, a word totally without light.
THE GRACKLE
The
CLUN (n.) A leg which has gone to sleep and has to be hauled around after you.
Sound of snipping growing softer outside the window, Leo
Non ... Gratum ... Anum ... Ro - ' I can't make that out." "Rodentum," Bosch said. Sakai looked at him. "Dog Latin," Bosch told him. "Not worth a rat's ass. He was a tunnel rat. Vietnam.
Come to think of it, pet, you are a liar, possessor of false identification, and a murderer." "Your point?" I snapped. "Not to mention a tease," he continued as if I hadn't spoken. "Foulmouthed, as well. Yep, you and I will get along famously.
The first time Calypso came to check on [Leo], it was to complain about the noise.
"Smoke and fire," she said. "Clanging on metal all day long. You're scaring away the birds!"
"Oh, no, not the birds!
The word rattled in my head like rocks in an oatmeal box.
We're not going in through the embassy,' said Kaz. 'Always hit where the mark isn't looking.'
'Who's Mark?' asked Wylan.
Jesper burst out laughing. 'Oh, Saints, you are something. The mark, the pigeon, the cosy, the fool you're looking to fleece.
cunt on the blackboard.
A Scot is a man who keeps the Sabbath, and everything else he can lay his hands on.
Skaz is a rather appealing Russian word (suggesting "jazz" and "scat", as in "scat-singing", to the English ear) used to designate a type of first-person narration that has the characteristics of the spoken rather than the written word.
You can't spell squirrel without si, and that's me.
Mrs. Jaffee a little earlier. I asked if he was escorting Mrs. Jaffee. "Certainly," he said virtuously. "She is my client. What's that noise you're making?" "It's something special," I told him, "and takes a lot of practice. Don't try it offhand. It's a derisive chortle.
Dear Eldritch Snitch. I slap you with the satin glove of righteous wrath! From what noxious nest of nattering nincompoopery do you release your rancorous roosters of rumor ...
Hey, Trash, what did old lady Semple say when you torched her pension check?
Scrimgeour: "It's time you learned some respect!"
Harry: "It's time you earned it.
Invisible insects of diabolical activity swarm in this place. I am tickled and twitched all over. Mentally, I have now committed a burglary under the meanest circumstances, and the myrmidons of justice are at my heels.
SCORPIUS: The what? The where? Look, I am as excited as you are to be a rebel for the first time in my life - yay - train roof - fun - but now - oh.
Thou hast but enraged, not insulted me, sir; but for that I ask thee not to beware of Starbuck; thou wouldst but laugh; but let Ahab beware of Ahab; beware of thyself, old man.
Oh it is not without scathe that one is gentle, courteous, reasonable, patient, day after day, year after year.
- I can make Skell laugh if I really have to, but I have to take off one of his boots first.
- That went by just a little fast, Torl.
- It's terribly hard to tickle the bottom of a man's foot when he's wearing boots, commander.
Ly-di-ah! I sit beneath your window, laaaass, singing 'cause I loooove your a - "
"For the love of St. Francis of Assisi, someone call a vet. There is an injured animal screaming in pain outside," Charlotte interrupted the flow of music in ill-humor.
Tell me, Peppone, what other talents do you have besides erasing undesirables?"
"I enjoy a fair bit of sneaking, sir. I also enjoy pilfering and killing as a professional courtesy."
"What a delightfully horrid urchin you are."
"Thank you, sir.
Hongry rooster don't cackle w'en he fine a wum.
You weeel catch the korpa." "The what?" "The korpa!" I declared in dire tones. "Your private parts weeel shrink to nothink!
Well, well. What have we here? (Thief #1)
Looks like we got some little pigeons just right for a plucking. (Thief #2)
Well, well. What have we here? (Sin)
Looks like a pack of fools wanting to die. (Braden)