Category: Disgust, dislike
Ricky: Holding hands with a man makes me terribly uncomfortable.
Jean: It is a sign of friendship in many countries.
Ricky: Yeah, well, not in ours.
I’m a mean old hound dog
Bayin’ at the moon
‘Cause I ain’t got no lady friend hound dog
Here to hear my tune
Uuuh
A man can’t sleep when he sleeps with sheep
(Johnny Mercer et Gene de Paul, Lonesome Polecat)
Un livre !
I assume they have all the usual vices, besides those they’ve invented for themselves.
Vous êtes encore là ?
Je n’aime pas vos manières !
— And I don’t like your manners
— And I’m not crazy about yours. I didn’t ask to see you. I don’t mind if you don’t like my manners, I don’t like them myself. They are pretty bad. I grieve over them on long winter evenings. I don’t mind your ritzing me and drinking your lunch out of a bottle.
That idea ain’t worth a velvet painting of a whale and a dolphin getting it on.
Très mauvais !
C’est le capitalisme !
You smell like gasoline
Quelle horrible odeur !
It’s bug repellent
Enlevez au moins votre chapeau
By the minority community I suppose you’re talking about the hoods
L’impolitesse m’horripile
The literary crowd gives me a pain. I quit writing
Une scène choquante
It still disturbs the hell out of me
That doesn’t disturb you?
Anglais, Irlandais, juifs, Italiens, nègres, blancs, Chinois
Your vulgarity revolts me!
Oh, mon Dieu
Pas envie
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(The Odorama system invited viewers to scratch and smell a card according to the number that flashed on the screen)