I was kind of a troublemaker, believe it or not.
Yes, I am not well-behaved.
Every obnoxious act is a cry for help.
I spoke French a bit, and I could speak a bit of this and that, and when you were taught those things by people who couldn't really do it, you can do some pretty wonderfully, imaginative horrific things to teachers.
With a dog, people are not disciplined. They think that by spoiling a dog the dog is going to love them more. But the dog misbehaves more because they give affection at the wrong time.
When the rich kids got together, the most we ever did was cross against a red light.
In fact, now you mention the subject, I have been very bad in my own small way. I don't think you should be so proud of that, though I am sure it must have been very pleasant.
Once you begin being naughty, it is easier to go and on and on, and sooner or later something dreadful happens.
I was always getting in trouble for whispering in class.
When children stand quiet, they have done some ill.
My son, George, has been a bad, bad boy! Right, George?
If I were well behaved, I'd die of boredom.
Phrases and their actual meanings: My teacher has never liked me. Expect a phone call before lunch from the teacher informing you that your child has been launching hot dogs by compressing them inside a small Thermos and then removing the lid quickly.
By doing nothing we learne to do ill.
It's important for every child to have a bit of a naughty streak.
I was kicked out of school one year for streaking.
If you want to dry hump someone you don't know, just act like they were choking.
So, no more running. I aim to misbehave.
I was not very well-behaved. I remember I was a discipline problem. I was a typical American male at twenty years old, and I was causing trouble whenever I could.
When I was a kid I used to pray every night for a new bicycle. Then I realised that the Lord doesn't work that way so I stole one and asked Him to forgive me.
I don't say we all ought to misbehave, but we ought to look as if we could.
You can't talk your way out of problems you behave yourself into.
I frequently find myself praying for punk, for something to come along and upset everybody and ignite a few fires and behave disreputably.
I wouldn't like to be invisible for a day. But if I was... I'd probably be up to no good.
Whoever happens to give birth to mischievous children lives always with unending grief in his spirit and heart.
