“Murder” by yours truly
“I will KILL you!” “I’ll kill you first. Then you’ll be driving in a herse-t. It’ll be the worst. And your car looks like a big old boat. Remember it’s ‘the motion of the ocean.’ Just ask Miss Sea.” “You haven’t heard what she said.” “She’d be better off dead. Ask Uncle F—” “Now you have to stop. You’re a total flop.” “Someone get a mop. There’s blood on floor.” “That stupid w—!” “That’s not nice. Young woman would suffice.” “She was just a girl. You make me want to hurl. I should blow your brains out.” “Well, it would take the pains out. Okay, you’re Travis Bickle; don’t be fickle.” “The John or the killer? Make up your mind.” “We should probably press rewind.” “I need a pickle or to get pickled. I may lose my mind.” “You’ve really milk-eld that one. Doesn’t really rhyme. It happens sometime.” “Pickled is our weakness.” “We could win the Preakness.” “Okay, meekness, have the earth.” “Did someone say there will be a birth?”