Combined with a Right Behind Me moment in R.A. Salvatore's The Two Swords;
Kaer'lic: Too much have I seen of these wretched and foul-smelling orcs. Too many tendays have we spent in their filthy company, listening to their foolish gibbering, and pretending that anything they might have to say would be of the least bit of interest to us. Gruumsh take Obould, and Lady Lolth take Drizzt, and may they both be tortured until eternity's end!
*Obould comes from behind her and takes her by the hair*
Obould: Do you recognize the foul smell? Does my gibbering offend you now?