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Stealth Insult/Quotes

George: Good night, Prometheus.
Walter: Who's Prometheus?
Ruth: I don't know, honey. Don't worry about it.

Walter: They get to a point they can't even insult you man-to-man. They got to talk about something nobody ever heard of.

Doctor Cox: Who can tell me what this patient's symptoms mean? Mister Murphy?
Doug Murphy: Actually, sir, it's Doctor Murphy.

Doctor Cox: ...uh-huh.

Megatron: ... yeeesss.

Blacharachnia: Why do you always talk to yourself?

Megatron: I merely have a penchant for intelligent conversation.

Polonius: Do you know me, my lord?

Hamlet: Excellent well; you are a fishmonger.

Multiple anuses appear in the ceilings of every room in 10 Downing Street. They all seep blood onto the furnishings below.
The Prime Minister orders hundreds of corks to plug the anuses, but none of them arrive as the people who were meant to deliver them can't be bothered.
"I can't bear this any longer!" says the Prime Minister's wife, sheltering underneath an umbrella.

The Prime Minister does not reply. Instead he stands and stares upwards, transfixed by the apocalyptic messages that the anuses are transmitting into his brain.
...all I'm saying is that if I was a Korean animator, drawing this nonsense is exactly how I would tell an American cartoon writer to fuck himself.
  1. Hemingway's famed response to this was "Poor Faulkner... Does he really think big emotions come from big words?"
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