My parents told me they were going to kill me at least a thousand times growing up. "I'm gonna kill you," and then they'd whack me on the side of the head or whatever. And "What's wrong with you?" And "I'm gonna lock you up," and "I'm gonna throw you out the window," and "I'm gonna kill you." You know, all these things that you say in the heat of a normal chaotic household.
Never tell a man to go to hell, unless you know how to put him there.
Today, words. Tomorrow, sticks and stones. And the day after that?
Full of criss-crossed fits, you lie all the time. Your tongue should be embarrassed, you're a threat to mankind.
I got in a fight one time with a really big guy, and he said, 'I'm going to mop the floor with your face.' I said, 'You'll be sorry.' He said, 'Oh, yeah? Why?' I said, 'Well, you won't be able to get into the corners very well.'
A verbal threat is the most authentic certificate of impotence.
Sir one more comment like that and I will strangle you with my microphone wire!
You remember the [remarks] you made in 1994 about, 'I think I can guard you, I can shut you down, I would love to play against you?' Well, you're about to get your chance.
The quietness of his tone italicized the malice of his reply.
