Chris Jericho Quotes

Would you please please please please please please please stop talking?

Why don't you make a contibution to my sanity, and do the one thing you never seem to be able to do... SHUT UP!!!

Very well. I understand. Just ... shut up!

I love punching the ceiling with my fists when I'm lost or I can't find a parking space.

It doesn't take much to make me angry.

Rudeness makes me very angry.

I wouldn't mind someone lobbing hand grenades at me, but having to reset the timer on the video recorder puts me into a blood-spitting frenzy.

I suppose I could admire all these slow Seattle drivers for their safety-mindedness, consideration for others, and peace of mind. Instead, I'm a fury of annoyance.

Rudeness can make me angry.

Nothing is so aggravating than calmness.

I’m ready any time you want to repeat the stupid question.

Nuts!

I drive relatively fast - within the remits of the law, obviously - but I struggle with people who do stupid things on the road. I have a massive urge to shout expletives at them.

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

I ain't quiet.. everybody else is too loud.

I'm asking you, I'm begging you, could you please shut your mouth for just five minutes?" You can imagine the reaction. They ended up in the basement.

By-and-large, these are families that are just waiting to get out of here. They are frustrated; I would be, too. I get frustrated at the cash register counter when the paper runs out.

Anger's not a good emotion.

I've always enjoyed making people laugh. But in order for me to be funny, I have to get ticked off about something.

When somebody doesn't use common sense, I get frustrated. When I'm driving down the highway and someone is in the left-hand lane, and they're going very slow, sometimes I just go around them, and other times I'll be in the mood where I flash my lights and yell at them, like, 'What the heck are you doing? Get the heck out of my way!'

Is there anything more useless than a crouton? I sometimes wake up in the small hours with a start and realise that what's roused me is an overpowering urge to visit violence on its originator.

I'm the worst person to be stuck with in a traffic jam.

But I like being nasty. I like being cranky. Especially if it's a cold day in Chicago, it's nice to just take it out on Kyle, because he's so easy to scream at, you know?

There are a lot of things that frustrate me. I get frustrated when I have to wait at a red light.

I hate it when people say, Mary Elizabeth, this may be hell, but the movie is going to be sooo good.