Wow, Ramsey, these drawings are amazing. Even some of the things in your "old crap" box are what I could only dream to draw! You have a great talent. You are truly the most awesome person on MG. (Sorry Greg, but you're a close second, and immedeately following you is the amazing Daiman, of course!)

Pull your tongue out of his a**. That's what dogs do. And you aren't a dog, are you?

Holy s***, you've got to be kidding me. That was the most generic under thought, least offensive, worst attempt at an insult I have seen in my entire life.

You're like that kid in school who sits alone at lunch, and sees all the other kids playing hackey sack, you go to play with them but your s*** hand eye coordination won't allow you to hit the ball with your foot and you just embarrass yourself.

Brick Top: Pull your tongue out of my arsehole, Gary. Dogs do that. You're not a dog, are ya Gary?
Gary: No, no I'm not.
Brick Top: But you do have all the characteristics of a dog, Gary. All except loyalty.
[Errol zaps Gary]
Turkish: [Voice over] It's rumored that Brick Top's favorite means of dispatch involves a stun gun, a plastic bag, a roll of tape, and a pack of hungry pigs.
Brick Top: [to Errol's companion] You're a ruthless little c***, Liam, I'll give you that. But I've got no time for grassers.
[John throws a plastic bag over Liam's head and suffocates him]
Brick Top: Feed 'em to the pigs, Errol.
[to the two boxers, who are now staring in horror]
Brick Top: What the f*** are you two looking at?