The worst thing in the world is to try to sleep and not to.

I love everything about you. The only thing, which bothers me, is your clothes. Take it off.

God! I can’t stand these fake grievers.

Mia: Jesus Christ, Dom! Would you get out here please? I’m sick of this shit! I’m not kidding, Dom! Get out here!
Dom: What’d you put on that sandwich?
Mia: That’s *really* funny!
Letty: DOM!
Dom: Alright.

When people ask you the same questions, forty times in a row, it gets really annoying.

Oh, a truck! Here’s a thing that’s going to drive me absolutely crazy. The trucks! They can put people on the moon but they can’t make a quiet truck!

You’re like one of those Chatty Cathy dolls except I’m not pulling the string, you are. Blah! Blah! Blah!

Every cloud has a silver lining: the man with insomnia doesn’t keep others awake with his snoring.

B***hes be like why do you love your truck so much? Because it doesn’t ask stupid questions.

Goddammit, what the hell do you think this is? Some kind of a circus?

Neal: Eh, look, I don’t want to be rude, but I’m not much of a conversationalist, and I really want to finish this article, a friend of mine wrote it, so…
Del: Don’t let me stand in your way, please don’t let me stand in your way. The last thing I want to be remembered as is an annoying blabbermouth… You know, nothing grinds my gears worse than some chowderhead that doesn’t know when to keep his big trap shut… If you catch me running off with my mouth, just give me a poke on the chubbs…

Sophie did not care to think how Howl might react if Fanny woke him by stabbing him with her parasol.
“No, no!” she said. “Howl has been very kind to me.” And this was true, Sophie realized. Howl showed his kindness rather strangely, but, considering all Sophie did to annoy him, he had been very good to her indeed.

“Do listen. He’s not wicked at all!” There was a bit of a fizz from the grate at this, where Calcifer was watching with some interest. “He isn’t!” Sophie said, to Calcifer as much as to Fanny..

“Annoyed?” said Sophie. “Why should I be annoyed? Someone only filled the castle with rotten aspic, and deafened everyone in Porthaven, and scared Calcifer to a cinder, and broke a few hundred hearts. Why should that annoy me?”

I cut my own hair. I got sick of barbers because they talk too much. And too much of their talk was about my hair coming out.

The only job I got is teaching a bunch of pisspants how to tie their shoes.