“Then the old man got to cussing, and cussed everything and everybody he could think of, and then cussed them all over again to make sure he hadn't skipped any, and after that he polished off with a kind of a general cuss all round, including a considerable parcel of people which he didn't know the names of, and so called them what's-his-name, when he got to them, and went right along with his cussing.”
“Dammit, you've got to be kind.”
“Badger: The cuss you are.Mr. Fox: The cuss am I? Are you cussing with me?”
“See, that's the problem with men and women and relationshits. Shit. Relasinsips. Dammit. Relationships. There, I got it.”
“Maybe I shouldn’t mouth off to the elemental I kinda hoped was myfuture mother-in-law.”