There's a lot of bastards out there!

Life is a God-damned, stinking, treacherous game and nine hundred and ninety-nine men out of a thousand are bastards.

You have to be a bastard to make it, and that's a fact. And the Beatles are the biggest bastards on earth.

Boring damned people. All over the earth. Propagating more boring damned people. What a horror show. The earth swarmed with them.

Respectable people... What bastards!

If there's any real truth, it's that the entire multidimensional infinity of the Universe is almost certainly being run by a bunch of maniacs.

There are more fools in the world than there are people.

But this whole world is a preposterous one, with many preposterous people in it.

This world, this human earth, this dirty spot within heavenly sphere, is is overwhelmed by all the bloodshed and pollutions of men, their stinking lusts, their cities a-drip with oil, their battlefields with carrion.

The voters have spoken — the bastards.

The world is turning into a cesspool of imbeciles.

It's astonishing what a number of churches and idiots there are in the world.

Fire it! There's more of them than there are of us. Give 'em hell!

The world is full of people slandering their birthplaces, as if they really believe that small-town life is different elsewhere.