You're likable enough, Hillary.
Everybody funny, now you funny too.
I'm not supposed to know anything about foreign policy. Just thought I'd throw that out.
Imagine, if you will, that I am an idiot. Then, imagine that I am also a Congressman. But, alas, I repeat myself.
My wife is one of the best wimin on this Continent, altho' she isn't always gentle as a lamb with mint sauce.
They say 'Ted Cruz can't win.' Really? Have you talked to Ted?
Nobody in football should be called a genius. A genius is a guy like Norman Einstein.
And what in the name of Merlin’s most baggy Y Fronts was that about?
Make-up? What happened? You look almost female." "Thanks. You look almost straight.
Hillary Clinton has a miracle disease, a miracle strain of pneumonia that doesn't hurt her or anybody else. The problem is, nobody's ever heard of it.
Oh, where are my manners? Do sit down. Pull up a small child.
Oh God," I said. "I'm Zmey's daughter. Zmey junior. Zmeyette, even.
Say, Cuttino. What are those Godawful clothes you're wearing? Man, this ain't Rhode Island anymore. You're in the NBA. The girls have teeth here.
[On hearing that Clare Boothe Luce was invariably kind to her inferiors:] And where does she find them?
You're a prefect? Oh Ronnie! That's everyone in the family!" "What are Fred and I? Next door neighbors?
If you know anything about me - and, if you do, I'm sorry that your life turned out like that.
Osama, yo Mama didn't raise you right. When you were young, she must have wrapped your turban too tight.
Lucky thing were allies, right? -Finnick Odair
De tall, dark vun--dere's nothing special about him at all," ter Borcht said dismissively of Fang, who hadn't moved since the doctor had come in. Well, he's a snappy dresser," I offered. One side of Fang's mouth quirked.
You're in a bad way! Apparently, you have developed a soul.
Dead bodies are such trouble,” Evie said with a little sigh, and Mabel had to turn her head away so as not to laugh.
Alexander Graham Bell was the first person to ever sarcastically say hello. Hellooo, I invented the telephone!
I have a high respect for your nerves. They are my old friends.
By now it was clear that Howl was in a mood to produce green slime any second. Sophie hurriedly put her sewing away. "I'll make some hot buttered toast," she said. "Is that all you can do in the face of tragedy??" Howl asked. "Make toast!
I have to drink this much to be as unfunny as you.
