Quotes About Bastard

There exists a bastard cuisine that is too often assumed to be real French cooking.

What kind of sick bastard burns down a Christmas tree?" Hugh and I exchanged glances. "That's an excellent question," I said dryly. Peter looked startled. "Was it you?" he asked Hugh. "No," said the imp. "It was Carter." "Your Christmas tree was burned down by an angel?" asked Cody. "Yup. The irony isn't lost on me

You used nunchucks on a moose?" Wolfe got a haunted look in his eyes. "I used all sorts of things on that bastard.

He had been fashioned when the sky kissed the sun. Just as I had been fashioned when the sky kissed the moon. The sky, like most immortals, is a fickle bastard who took as he pleased and then paid no attention to the offspring he left behind.

You are in no position to make threats to me." "I don't have to be. Even if you shoot me, you can be sure you'll never get away from Hart. He's a fucking obsessed bastard, and he's touchy about people harming his sisters-in-law. You will be praying to have me alive once Hart is on your trail.

Ari stood up to greet them, and Crawford went back to his grumpy bastard therapy, which some people confused with spinning.

To get his ducks in a row. Odd expression. Can you imagine how hard that would actually be? With real ducks?" "So he could make his killing." "Yes. But you let the cat out of the bag. Another odd turn of phrase. What sort of bastard would put a cat in a bag in the first place? What is it about us and animals?

There's the smell of the devil's mischievousness, a pitchfork in your ass and sulfur in your mouth. The Bastard's there, all right, don't doubt it.

I'm actually an evil bastard in real life. Fark allows me to vent weirdness. Thank god for that, too.

You may be a manipulative bastard sometimes, but you are our manipulative bastard.

Her Royal Highness, the cursed royal bastard, is four cubits high, shaped like a barrel of beer, has a maw which stretches from ear to ear and is full of dagger-like teeth, has red eyes and a red mop of hair! Her paws, with claws like a wild cat's, hang down to the ground! I'm surprised we've yet to send her likeness to friendly courts! The princess, plague choke her, is already fourteen. Time to think of giving her hand to a prince in marriage!

There was an old bastard named Lenin Who did two or three million men in. That's a lot to have done in But where he did one in That old bastard Stalin did ten in.

Your mother," he said, in a deep Borders accent, "was a fucking whore." Strike laughed. "Maybe so," he said, bleeding and smoking in the darkness as the sirens grew louder, "but she loved me, Donnie. I heard yours didn't give a shit about you, little policeman's bastard that you were.

he was an evil, amoral bastard who told everyone he met he was an evil, amoral bastard and what happened? Women fell over themselves to get at him.

T]he most repugnant bastard there is: the bastard-octopus.

Fuck you." Hunter (I decided not to call him Liam anymore—Liam was a nice name for a nice guy, and it didn't fit this bastard at all) glanced at his friend, then rubbed a hand over his face. For a minute he looked tired. Jackass. I was going to laugh at his funeral.

It's a good thing you're an aging orphan," he murmured, gently pushing the hair away from her face. "I don't have to wait around to get anyone's permission." "Permission for what, you rat bastard?" she said. "Such language, dragon. I'm afraid you're going to have to marry me.

Being around people with whom you feel a connection, on many levels, not just a professional one, is very relaxing. Your ears are more open to someone who is not a cantankerous bastard.

You poor, pathetic bastard," the charm ground out the slow accusing words. "You've become Igrot. Do you know that? To defeat the monster you became the monster." The tiny voice became even fainter. "You have only yourself to fear now.

But take him now, Regal, and shape him, and a decade hence you will command his loyalty. [...] A bastard, Regal, is a unique thing. Put a signet ring on his hand and send him forth, and you have created a diplomat no foreign ruler will dare to turn away. He may safely be sent where a prince of the blood may not be risked. Imagine the uses for one who is and yet is not of the royal bloodline. Hostage exchanges. Martial alliances. Quiet work. The diplomacy of the knife.

Whoever the Bastard was, He wanted to remained anonymous while scaring the Tar out of Her.

Signs of the Bastard's holy presence tend to be unmistakable, to those who know Him. The screaming, the altercations, the people running in circles - all that was lacking was something bursting into flame, and I was not entirely sure for a moment you weren't going to provide that as well.

I had to explain to them that the Bastard does not ever execute unrepentant sinners with a dirk, nor a large hammer.

When it came to hatred, Brodd Tenways had a bottomless supply. He was one of those bastards who can't even breathe quietly, ugly as incest and always delighted to push it in your face, leering from the shadows like the village pervert at a passing milkmaid.