The shots left a hard ringing sound within the closeness of the brick walls. Terry held the pistol at arm's length on a level with his eyes--the Russian Tokarev resembling an old-model Colt .45, big and heavy--and made the sign of the cross with it over the dead. He said, "Rest in peace, motherfuckers," turned, and walked out of the beer lady's house to wait at the side of the road.
Elmore LeonardMots clés murder death profanity action guns
Never use a big word when a little filthy one will do.
Johnny CarsonMots clés language profanity insult insulting pomposity cursing
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Georgie: I feel stupid.
Andrew: What are you talking about, you feel stupid? You just walked in here and insulted me for ten minutes.
Georgie: That was different. I was mad.
Andrew: You have to be mad to talk?
Georgie: No, come on—I don't know—
Andrew: I could make you mad.
Georgie: No, you couldn't. You're too nice.
Andrew: Fuck you.
Georgie: —Andrew—
Andrew: Fuck you. Come on. Fuck you.
Georgie: Yeah, fuck you too.
Andrew: Fuck you.
Georige: Fuck you.
Andrew: Fuck you.
Georgie: You look really stupid saying fuck you—
Andrew: Fuck you. Fuck you! Fuck you.
Georgie: Andrew, stop it. Cut it out. It sounds weird when you say it. You shouldn't talk like that.
Andrew: You talk like that all the time!
Georgie: I'm different. I mean, I know how to swear. You don't. It's like, fuck you. Fuck you. Or, you know, fuck you. It's just—you know. You got to know how to say it.
Andrew: Fuck you.
Georgie: Forget it. You look really stupid. You look the way I look when I try to talk like you.
Andrew: You've tried it? Really? I must have missed that day.
Georgie: Oh, fuck you.
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The urge to shout filthy words at the top of his voice was as strong as ever.
George OrwellMots clés sexuality conformity profanity control classism
I am definitely not a fucking toaster.
Jim ChaseleyMots clés humor profanity robots toaster
Gramps always says people only swear because their vocabulary is limited...In certain trying circumstances, urgent circumstances, desperate circumstances, profanity furnishes a relief denied even to prayer.
Cherise SinclairMots clés profanity
I'm going to enjoy this.”
“What?” I asked. “Hell?
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...if you've never been cussed out by a Siamese, you don't know what profanity is all about!
Lilian Jackson BraunMots clés cats profanity swearing
I don't need new boots I got bluchers back down home.
Eff the effing bluchers I'll buy you new adjectival effing elastic sided boots.
I'm sorry, I don't understand. Could you tell me more about this 'profanity'?"
Mrs. Miller nodded at my dictionary. "I'll assume you don't need a definition. Perhaps you'd prefer an example?"
"That would be so helpful, thank you very much."
Without missing a beat, Mrs. Miller rattled off a stream of obscenities so fully and completely unexpected that I fell off my chair. Mothers were defiled, their male and female children, as well as any and all offspring who just happened to be born out of wedlock. AS for the sacred union that produced these innocent babes, the pertinent bodily appendages were catalogued by a list of names so profoundly scurrilous that a grizzled marine, conceived in a brothel and dying of a disease he contracted in one, would've wished he'd been born as smooth as a Ken doll. The act itself was invoked with such a verity of incestuous, scatological, bestial, and just plain bizarre variations that that same marine would've given up on the Ken doll fantasy, and wished instead that all life had been confined to a single-cell stage, forever free of taint of mitosis, let alone procreation.
Somewhere during the course of all this I noticed I'd snapped my pencil in half, and now I used the two ends to gouge out my brain.
"Guhhhhhh guhhhhh guhhhhhh guhhhhh guhhhhh," I said, by which I meant: "You have shattered whatever tattered remnants of pedagogical propriety I still possessed, and my tender young mind has broken beneath the strain." Nervously, I climbed back into my chair, the two halves of my pencil sticking out of ears like an arrow that had shot clean through my head.
Mrs. Miller allowed herself a small self-congratulatory smile.
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