And my axe. You piece of shit.

“I eat pieces of shit like you for breakfast, you piece of shit.”

Yippee Ki‐Yay, motherfucker. You piece of shit.

OR, if aired on TNT,

Yippee Ki‐Yay, mother father. You piece of shirt.

SHOOCKEEER, YOU PIECE OF SHIIIIIIT

“Draw me like one of your French girls, you piece of shit.”

The safe word is “iceberg”.

I’ve known adventures, seen places you people will never see, I’ve been Offworld and back… frontiers! I’ve stood on the back deck of a blinker bound for the Plutition Camps with sweat in my eyes watching stars fight on the shoulder of Orion… I’ve felt wind in my hair, riding test boats off the black galaxies and seen an attack fleet burn like a match and disappear. I’ve seen it, felt it… you piece of shit.

Play it, Sam. You piece of shit.

We’ll always have Paris, you piece of shit.

Get busy living, or get busy dying. You piece of shit

I honestly can’t stop laughing - why is this stupid idea so funny

What’s taters, you piece of shit?

You complete me, you piece of shit.

Do or Do Not, there is no try, you piece of shit.

The venerable sound of music:

Frau Schmidt: The Von Trapp children don’t play. They march. You piece of shit

But what I do have are a very particular set of skills, skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. If you let my daughter go now, that’ll be the end of it. I will not look for you, I will not pursue you. But if you don’t, I will look for you, I will find you, and I will kill you. You piece of shit.

“Be a lot cooler if you did, you piece of shit.”

“You can’t handle the truth, you piece of shit.”

“He fucked me! I’m truly ass invaded! You piece of shit!”

“We’re gonna need a bigger boat, you piece of shit!”