āWhat a house - nothin' but rooms!ā
āI'd say he's done more than that.ā
āIf my father was alive to hear that, he'd turn over in his grave.ā
āHe can run anytime he wants. I'm giving him the red light.ā
āYou stand up for your teammates. Your loyalty is to them. You protect them through good and bad, because they'd do the same for you.ā
āAll pitchers are liars or crybabies.ā
āSome report a sea-maid spawn'd him; some that he was begot between two stock-fishes. But it is certain that when he makes water his urine is congealed ice.ā
āHe was met even now As mad as the vex'd sea; singing aloud; Crown'd with rank fumiter and furrow-weeds, With bur-docks, hemlock, nettles, cuckoo-flowers, Darnel, and all the idle weeds that grow In our sustaining corn.ā
āThis sanguine coward, this bed-presser, this horseback-breaker, this huge hill of flesh!ā