He’s a son-of-a-bitch, but he’s our son-of-a-bitch.
I think the whole Flawless thing backfired in my face. I'm just like, 'oh, man! We're out here calling ourselves Flawless, and being the most obnoxious characters, that even I wanted to slap myself sometimes!' Even I would get sick of watching myself on TV!
Even people who aren't pleasant to deal with - it's often because they're unhappy, and something's still not resolved for them.
When the crying child is immediately isolated, and it is explained to him at the same time that whoever annoys others must not be with them, if this isolation is the absolute result and cannot be avoided, in the child's mind a basis is laid for the experience that one must be alone when one makes oneself unpleasant or disagreeable.
Your driving is unpleasant, but it isn't technically unsafe.
I'm not the nicest guy on stage.
I like to call everyone that I find slightly annoying a 'sociopath.'
I'm not a social animal, and I had a reputation that came before me of being very difficult, of screaming at everybody, so people tended to keep their distance.
Some people get a feeling of power from being unpleasant.
If someone is unpleasant to you, draw a halo around his or her head in your mind. He/she is an angel who came to teach you something.
When the milk of human kindness turns sour, it is a singularly unpalatable draught.
You can always wake up on the wrong side of the bed and, boo-hiss, everyone suffers. We can all be temperamental.
Meanness is the one thing I do get upset about on those rare occasions when I see it.
Most of the characters I have in my children's books are grouchy or annoyed about something or are calling each other unfriendly names. Like my own kids, they're not honeys and sweetie pies and little angels. They're kids. Sloppy, dirty, stinky.
Chisora's not a nice man, not a nice human being.
It is really funny to see people that you know acting unpleasantly just because there are TV cameras on.
Everybody hates a whiner.
Whoa, who peed in your Cheerios?
Most men unconsciously judge the world from themselves, and it will be very generally found that those who sneer habitually at human nature, and affect to despise it, are among its worst and least pleasant samples.
I became a bit of a jerk. A kind of a nasty jerk.
I don't mind playing absolute bastards... I just don't want to play the grouch.
I don't like cattiness, or people who are too judgmental of others, or other situations.
I'm allergic to attitude.
Their demeanor is invariably morose, sullen, clownish and repulsive. I should think there is not, on the face of the earth, a people so entirely destitute of humor, vivacity, or the capacity for enjoyment.
I think anyone who behaves boorishly but without a good sense of humor is not as fun to watch.
