Chris Jericho Quotes

Of course you have an e-mail, you idiot, just read it!

You were an ass long before I made one outta ya!

I get angry when people bring derisory actions against me.

Did Mad freakin' Max just call me irritating?

I love it when someone insults me. That means that I don't have to be nice anymore.

If I wanted your opinion, I'd slap it outta ya.

Here is your piece of ground, you son of a whore!

You said something I didn't say. Now shove it.

People expect me to be angry, bitter. They expect to me be abrasive, aggressive. I'm not.

I have just read your lousy review. You sound like a frustrated old man who never made a success, an eightulcer man on a four ulcer job ... I have never met you but if I do, you'll need a new nose, a lot of beefsteak for black eyes, and a supporter below.

I don’t have to do nothing you say, you old heifer cow. And you are old. Really, really old. And a cow, too. (Simi)

Now sod off back to your own world, you motherless scum, and save your threats for those who care.

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.

You ignorant little slug!" the Trunchbull bellowed. "You witless weed! You empty-headed hamster! You stupid glob of glue!

I fart in your general direction.

You stupid jackass," Ian said. "Who's got the crush on a worm, bro? You gonna call me stupid?

Oh, baby, this ain’t asshole. Trust me. There’s a whole keg of asshole I haven’t even begun to tap yet.

I'm no f****** talking to you. He's a f****** great player. Yous are f******* idiots.

You freaking, flippin’, moronic frat boy!

Ram it up your poop chute.

I'd strike the sun if it insulted me.

Greg stands up, wiping his mouth. "I saw your mother's trial in the paper, Sharpe. I know you're just like her." "If I was, I would make you beg to blow me," I sneer.

Serve you right if something did get you, you useless lot of cry-babies!

Away, you cut-purse rascal! you filthy bung, away! By this wine, I'll thrust my knife in your mouldy chaps, an you play the saucy cuttle with me. Away, you bottle-ale rascal! you basket-hilt stale juggler, you!

... and that's why I kicked your leg out of your leg!