Simone Giertz Quotes

No one wants to get beat up in front of the world.

It's looks like someone slapped you in the face with a fruit roll-up or something!

The biggest thing I remember is that there was just no transition. You hit the ground diapering.

I'll beat him so bad he'll need a shoehorn to put his hat on.

I've never been punched in the face, so I didn't know it would hurt so much!

You just witnessed an old-fashioned rump kicking.

I got hit twice in the face, and that was not fun.

Every time I wake up, I see myself like somebody beat me up.

You can lull the paying customers as long as they get slapped.

To wake up in England and have the newspaper on your front door with a headline that says, 'Ozzie's Beach Whale of a Daughter,' doesn't really do much for your self-esteem at all.

When improv is bad, it's excruciating to watch, and to be involved with it is a unique type of torture.

Kick him in the balls!

I've been slashed, speared, elbowed, board-checked, butt-ended, and hit on the head as much as anyone. I just like to keep the ledger balanced.

I understand people want to see me get knocked out.

A boy on the team, who shall remain nameless, constantly picked on me during practice. I bided my time, and when I had the chance to wrestle him, I took every advantage I could. I bent fingers, dug my nails into his skin and rammed my elbow into various, tender, parts of him. I basically beat him down in front of the whole team.

It's football. Guys get hurt all the time.

I like hitting people. The best feeling is when you hit so hard, pow! You get a jarring headache.

Let's face it, when is it actually ever funny to joke about hitting someone? Never, right? The threat to give someone a slap, no matter how you look at it, is aggressive.

It's not fun to get punched in the face. It's hard, and there's no glory in it.

Football is inherently dangerous, and that will never change.

The fake slap invariably makes contact, adding the elements of shock and betrayal to what had previously been plain old-fashioned fear.

Never slap a man who is chewing tobacco.

My feet are killing me." "I knew somebody who had feet like that. They'd walk all over him. Archie Kashanian was his name. He used to wake up with footprints all over his chest, all over his face. It was the death of him, finally.

Go sit down and look pale.

The CIA agent looked more dead than alive. Alex wondered if he had been hit, but there was no sign of any blood. Perhaps he was in shock.