"Urgh, I hate Monda- Well it sure feels like a Monday. What do you fuckers know, anyway.”
"Nope. From this angle, you’re still ugly."
"Fucksake. I just can’t take you anywhere, can I?"
"When I grow up, you’re gonna pay for this, lady."
"Yeah, well you ain’t gonna be winning any beauty pagents yourself, pal."
"Somehow, Doc, nothing seems worthwhile anymore. Chasing my tail, howling at the moon, it’s all lost its charm, lately."
"Sure, go ahead and lick me, see how well that one works out for ya, buddy."
"You won’t find this nearly so hilarious when my spikes are in your flesh."
"Art? You call this art? I call this Photoshop."
"Yeah. I’ll get right on that."