Patrick Carney Quotes

There was a kid that used to pick on me... he used to drop my food and beat me up in little corners. Nothing serious, but tease me. I remember knocking his food out of his hand one time when he in the middle of explaining something to his friends, and they all laughed, so I thought that was pretty nice. 'Well, there you go buddy.'

You’re a thug. Now get out of here and keep away.

Why, I'd horse-whip you if I had a horse.

When people feel threatened by you, they find something that is belittling.

I don't even like to talk about it. I hated being a number and not merely because I was a very small one. I let them bellow at me for just as long as it took me to find enough pluck to bellow back at them.

I'm not going to hurt anybody other than that dick who keeps writing songs about me.

I’ll whip his ass!

I get angry when people push people around.

Everyone wants to fight me. It's a long list.

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.

All the racial slurs I done heard. All the things I heard about my mom, and my basketball game and my kids, all this. It felt good to punch a fan one time.

Did you just tell that man you went potty on yourself?" "You. Shut. Up,"I hissed back furiously and chucked the scrubs at his head. "Hurry up before they find out I didn't wet myself. You seriously owe me.

I pissed on the man who called me a dog. Why was he so surprised?

She reached into the pocket of her dress and threw the small stack of bills at him. They fluttered to the ground like broken dreams. "I hope you choke on every penny." "Pick that up." She drew back her arm and slapped him as hard as she could.

My primary school teacher once poured a bottle of curdled school milk forcefully down my throat. Then I threw it up all over her suede shoes. I'd rather have drunk from the spittoon in Barney's barber shop.

Who the heck is Donald Trump to fire me? I regret I didn't tell Donald Trump, 'You need to fire your barber. I'm sorry. I ain't feeling you, man. You're fired! I fire you, Donald Trump.'

I get angry when people bring derisory actions against me.

It's great to be mean, it is, it's fun.

We will welcome them with bullets and shoes.

Many people are target people. Once when Louis B. Mayer insulted me I poured a glass of water over his head.

I'm gonna be blunt and plain, if one ever looks at me like that I'm gonna kill him and tell God he died.

I have a gift for enraging people, but if I ever bore you it will be with a knife.

At 5 years old, I saw 'Abbott and Costello Meet Frankenstein,' and I was so scared when Costello sat himself down in the lap of the monster, not realizing where he was. My friends teased me. They were older, 8 years old. And my goal was to become a mad scientist and get back at them. And here I am, mad as hell!

My attitude toward men who mess around is simple: If you find 'em, kill 'em.

I've got a good mind to join a club and beat you over the head with it!