To say that reunion with Rome would be an insult to our martyred Reformers is a very light thing; it is far more than this: it would be sin and an offense against God!

I’d anticipated insults before they came. I’d avoided looking in actual mirrors, but I’d gazed constantly in the mirror in my mind and always hated what I showed myself. I looked again in the real mirror in front of me. Dignified. Dignified and grand. I closed my eyes and saw myself again. Milk-white face, blood-red lips. Dignified and grand.

She filed the image away as an excellent and insulting question to ask the earl at an utterly inappropriate future moment.

I don’t like doing things without understanding the meaning. Once I walked out of a film event as I could not stand the insult they meted out to a Sanskrit verse.

History is always personal—never more so than for those who find theirs is written by the enemy. It strips the defeated and the displaced of their dignity. It is a posthumous insult

Perhaps I had to change my idea of what an insult sounds like.

Forecast for tomorrow? 100% chance of tears.

I feel like I’ve just given birth. I guess that’s the placenta. It’s ghastly.

This Interaction Will Go Down In History As One Of The Sassiest Moments On Television.

You’re a great fucking talker.

You’re so in denial, you need therapy!

I have a dream . . . that one day you will make an omelette that is at least barely fit to be eaten off the floor like a animal, you piece of shit.

I don’t think it’s a good advert for any restaurant, a fat chef, and secondly, who wants to eat a dessert when the chef’s a fat pig.

This is a really tough decision…’cause you’re both crap.

You’re not a quitter? You’re not a fucking cook either.

You deserve a kick in the nuts.

You do seriously surprise me… you surprise me how shitty you are.

You give me them anemic bits of shit, I’ll fucking throw them up your ass sideways.

Fuck off you, you fat useless sack of fucking yankee dankee doodle shit.

Did you drop it? Why is it so salty? It’s like kissing a bloody sailor!

Even if I were single, I could never maintain a relationship with a vegetarian. Their breath is just too smelly.

This fish is so raw, he’s still finding Nemo!

Honestly, chimichanga… Chimi-chuck it in the bin!

You put so much ginger in this, it’s a Weasley!

Don’t just stand there like a big fucking muffin!

Why Did The Chicken Cross The Road? Because You Didn’t F****** Cook It!

This Pizza Is So Disgusting, If You take It To Italy, You’ll Get Arrested.

Right, I’ll get you more pumpkin and I’ll ram it right up your fucking arse. Would you like it whole or diced?

It’s so fucking raw it’s still got its wool on it!

You added so much salt and pepper I can hear the dish singing ‘Push It.

I’ve never, ever, ever, ever, ever met someone I believe in as little as you.

This isn’t a pizza, this is a mistake. This is an Italian tragedy.

This is a really tough decision…’cause you’re both crap.

This lamb is so undercooked, it’s following Mary to school!

My gran could do better! And she’s dead!

You’re getting your knickers in a twist! Calm down!

Music with dinner is an insult both to the cook and the violinist.

I said it was a brutal thing. No, it was a human thing. You should not insult the brutes by such a misuse of that word; they have not deserved it.

Speak not injurious words, neither in jest nor earnest; scoff at none although they give occasion.

When I’m talking to him, I’m talking to him. When I say ‘shut the fuck up,’ I’m talking to you.