“I don't care if you got knocked up. I can still rip your throat out”

“Grilled satyr with mango chutney," Polyphemus mused. He looked back at Clarisse, still hanging over the pot of boiling water. "You a satyr too?" "No, you overgrown pile of dung!" she yelled. "I'm a girl! The daughter of Ares!Now untie me so i can rip your arms off!" "Rip my arms off," Polyphemus repeated. "And stuff them down your throat!" "You got spunk.”

“I find you irritating. (Kat)I haven’t even begun to irritate you yet. Imagine what I could do if I applied myself? (Solin)I can imagine. I can also imagine ripping your throat out and tying my shoes with your larynx. (Kat)”

“Youever insult Bride again, I swear I'll rip your throat out and feed you to thegators in the swamp. You understand me?" - Vane”

“Why couldn't I have puppy love? I only seem to have "I can't decide if I want to rip your throat out or kiss you" love. Ugh.”

“You got to knock a man down and put your knife at his throat before he'll hear you, like I did to that trooper. The truth seems hateful to most everybody.”