A nuisance may be merely a right thing in the wrong place — like a pig in the parlor instead of the barnyard
America is a large friendly dog in a small room. Every time it wags its tail it knocks over a chair.
I got a bad habit of creating.
Muzzle a dog and he will bark out of the other end.
Out of 6 billion humans, the troublemakers are just a handful.
Every single cast has a couple bad eggs, or that person that everyone is making fun of or doesn't like.
There's bad apples in every type of job, whether it's sports or normal day-to-day jobs.
If I intimidate people, that's not my intention.
You want what you can't have. And if someone's being shitty to you, just move on. If someone's being shitty to you, no matter how great they are, that's shitty, and you don't want be with someone who treats you shitty.
Obviously, I'm against bullying, but it does happen.
I have no skanky guys in my band nor on my bus. If they are they get the boot real quick.
Why be a dumb dud? Do your friends shun you? Do people cross the street when they see you approaching? Do they run up the steps of strange houses, pretend they live there and force their way into the hall while you are passing by? If this is the sort of person you are, you must avail yourself today of this new service. Otherwise, you might as well be dead.
Perhaps I scare people. I don't know why.
Sitting next to Olivia Newton-John, I was like, 'Do not sing one song from Grease.' That's all I was telling my brain at all times: 'Do not sing Hopelessly Devoted. Don't do it.'
I'm not in the business of harassing anybody.
It's unfair how the kids who are starving for attention tended to be so annoying that people had no inclination to give it to them.
I don't want a brat on my team.
I irritate the wife because of my private dancing.
As a matter of fact we both are [being offensive]; and the only difference between us is that I am trying to be, and you can't help it.
There are high hurdles for expelling someone from a party, and with good reason.
I tried to join three gangs, and every single one gave me a different excuse, but it was pretty much along the lines of, 'You're too goofy. You're too cute. You don't fit in.'
My worst habit is probably awkward laughing. I always awkward laugh, like when you're talking to someone and no one is saying anything, so I'll do an awkward laugh. I wish I didn't do that.
It's that evil twin part of me that always comes out at the absolute wrong political moment, like a demon possessing my soul; it exhibits itself as an arrogance or disdain or obnoxiousness or meanness or anger or pettiness - all traits that are lethal in politics.
You already have one asshole, you don't need another one
