All right you fucks, shut up! We got a call to order!

. . . I’ll raise my arms and give you my chest and throat and wait, and I’ve been so old for so long for you, for you, I want it fast and right through me— Oh do it, do it you motherfuckers do it you fuckers finally, finally, finally.

Either grab a drink and sit down with us or get the fuck out of here.

If you want to remain on this detail, get your fucking ass over here and grab those bags.

Why don’t they do something so we can handle this once and for all! They’re wearing me down!

We will address this thorny issue with urgency

Why don’t you call, you swine, and announce your approach!

Get off your asses and let's do something.

If Rushdie turned up at my doorstep looking for help, I might ring somebody who might do more damage to him than he would like. I'd try to phone the Ayatollah Khomeini and tell him exactly where this man is.

You fucking need me.

Let's fucking kill him! Let's go in. Let's kill the fucking lot of them.

Reach out, call your family members, if you have children, call them right now.

But on the other hand, we need to reach out to people to let them understand what human beings are going through

Fucking slaves, get your ass back here!