Unprofessional Conduct Quotes

“You are a gutless son of-a bitch and you ought to resign the Presidency of the United States.” That’s about as mean as they get. Let’s use it.

I like to think I'm like the guy who goes to the office Christmas party Friday night, insults some people, but still has his job Monday morning.

When the now-infamous Donald Trump-Billy Bush audio feed was released, my confidence in Trump all but evaporated.

The Ecuadorean and Latin American press is not like the European or North American press, which has some professional ethics. They are used to being above the law, to blackmail, to extort.

Not all journalists are really journalists. They ask such stupid questions sometimes, especially the newer ones, and because... these people can't tell if you're joking around, you just can't have any sense of humour; you really can't.

I was a horrible limo driver: I ran out of gas with passengers in the back and I used to get lost on a regular basis.

I have a terrible tendency to lick my fingers when I cook. So much so that I got a telling off from my pastry teacher years ago, who said it would hinder my prospects.

I enjoyed harassing tram conductors.

I know that even a consensual relationship with a subordinate is inappropriate, but I still allowed it to happen despite my better judgment.

I was once very unpleasantly groped while I was broadcasting by a famous individual who shall remain nameless. When I told the staff afterwards what had happened, everybody thought it was amusing. There was a shrugged shoulder approach to the whole thing.

With all due respect, Mr. President, you are an asshole.

Here I am, a struggling actor, and movie executives are saying to me, 'My son's not playing much. What can we do about that?' How do I tell someone I'm dying to work with, 'Your kid is kind of lazy?'

Yours of the 23rd, is received; and I am constrained to say it is difficult to answer so ugly a letter in good temper. I am, as you intimate, losing much of the great confidence I placed in you, not from any act or omission of yours touching the public service, up to the time you were sent to Leavenworth, but from the flood of grumbling dispatches and letters I have seen from you since.

I told that dumb son-of-a-bitch not to go down there, I told him it was no place for the Chief of Staff.

People always sit there and talk about 'Talking Smack.' They always bring up the incident of 'Talking Smack.' What did I do on there that was so terrible?

I hate when people eat food and talk with their mouth full. I always cover my mouth when I eat, but I've had it where there's little bologna bits flying on your food.

Eventually I became involved with somebody, and I was fired.

I'm a professional hanger outer. I'm a super liability, too. I joke around, and I'm like a hyperactive child.

Although it shouldn't be, men behaving badly is sort of an occupational hazard for those working in Washington.

Don't be getting sloppy drunk and telling them dirty jokes.

I used to be a window cleaner. I got fired because I sometimes liked to drink the soapy water.

The autopsy was rushed and bungled, and we are still dealing with the consequence of it.

This warning from the New York City Department of Health Fraud: Be suspicious of any doctor who tries to take your temperature with his finger.

Office romances are few, short, and not usually destructive.

Not everyone is nice and good to work with or grateful for the experience.