“Never let the bastards get you down!”

We all have to go, David, unless you have some special excuse.

God help us all.

You are bored, lethargic and practically dripping with ennui.

Alexis, don’t be ridiculous. That’s exactly the kind of paranoia that makes me weary of spending time with you.

We have no interest in what’s going on with you.

I will not relive that bullying nightmare.

I was worried sick, dear! ‘Where’s David? Or his bags?

What is the source of this falsehood? And what photo are they using?

The last time I felt this emotionally encumbered, I was playing Lady Macbeth on a Crystal Skies cruise ship during Shakespeare at Sea Week.

Your wayfaring thespian has returned

I can hardly hear you, John! The cheering and accolades are drowning out your gentle voice.”

I once hosted the non-televised portion of the People’s Choice Awards.

I’m positively bedeviled with meetings et cetera.

You do realize I’m a professional vocalist?

All in favor say aye.

“It’s probably nothing but I think I’ve killed a man.

A lot of these ideas are built under wrong presumptions which officials have that chess players are lazy bastards whose sole idea is to deceive (the) public and to make short draws and go home. It’s not true. It’s a lie.

Don’t buy one of those baby intercoms. Babies pretend to be dead. They’re bastards, and they do it on purpose.

Why seek revenge? Karma is going to get the bastards anyway

Demagoguery and populism are rampant. We are the illegitimate children, the bastards of communism. It shaped our mentality.

The object of war is not to die for your country but to make the other bastard die for his.

No poor bastard ever won a war by dying for his country. He won it by making other bastards die for their country.

It is a bastard to miss people who may not even remember you.

I tried to drown my sorrows, but the bastards learned how to swim, and now I am overwhelmed by this decent and good feeling.