You're an idiot. [...] You are an illiterate. [...] You're censored. [...] You're an ignorant. [...] I don't give a shit about you.

When all else fails, admit you’re an idiot.

What kind of idiot do you think I am?
"I have no idea what kind of idiot you are," Miss Jesczenka said. "That's why I'm asking."

My God what an idiot.

Because I was an idiot.

There is a technical term for someone who confuses the opinions of a character in a book with those of the author. That term is idiot.

He may look like an idiot and talk like an idiot but don't let that fool you. He really is an idiot.

I have defined the 100 per cent American as 99 per cent an idiot.

(...) who is he that is not 'he' because of an idiot's ignorance?

Argue with idiots, and you become an idiot.

A person who doesn't learn from the past is an idiot, in my estimation.

What a fucking idiot.

You're an idiot, babe. It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.

I have defined the hundred per cent American as ninety-nine per cent an idiot.