Certain motherfuckers think they can fuck with my shit, but you can't kill the Rooster. You might can fuck him up some times, but, bitch, nobody kills the motherfucking Rooster. You know what I'm saying?

After a good dinner one can forgive anybody, even one's own relations.

From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauty’s rose might never die.

Hail wedded love, mysterious law, true source
Of human offspring.

Who ran to help me when I fell, And would some pretty story tell, Or kiss the place to make it well? My mother.