I don't want to talk to you no more, you empty-headed, animal food-trough wiper.
I fart in your general direction!
Your mother was a hamster, and your father smelt of elderberries.
Now go away, or I shall taunt you a second time.
This is your last chance. I've been more than reasonable...
Fetchez la vache!
- Quoi?
Fetchez la vache!