“If you lie there much longer, I’ll be tempted to tie you to the table legs and try buttering your ass instead of the toast.”

“If toast always lands butter-side down, and cats always land on their feet, what happens if you strap toast on the back of a cat and drop it?”

“Make no mistake, Ms. Lane, I didn’t rape you. You can lie there on your pretty littleP.C. ass and claim with your idealistic little P.C. arguments that any violation of your willis rape and that I’m a big, bad bastard, and I’ll tell you that you’re full of shit, and you’veobviously never been raped. Rape is much, much worse. Rape isn’t something you walkaway from. You crawl.”

“He was the toast to her butter.”

“Whatever. But we’re watching you, Wolf. (Colt)Then I’ll try not to piss on the floor or hump the furniture…your leg, though, might be another matter. (Fury)”

“Your party kicked so much ass!Even though you suck so much! It's like, instead of blood, your heart pumps liquid suck! But thanks for the beer!”