"When I want my men to remember something important, to really make it stick, I give it to them double dirty. It may not sound nice to some bunch of little old ladies at an afternoon tea party, but it helps my soldiers to remember. You can't run an army without profanity; and it has to be eloquent profanity. An army without profanity couldn't fight its way out of a piss-soaked paper bag."
— George S. Patton
"Now you're playing with power... now you're playing with fuckin' shit! You're better off fuckin' shit than fucking with this fucked up shit! Fuck this shit! You don't shit about how fuckin' shitty this fuckin' shit is. It's so bad it sucks. It's so fuckin' suck it fucks. And I...can't take it anymore."
"Hey, I know you're part of the motherfuckers! YOU FUCKING STOLE MY CLOUDSONG! IF I EVER FIND OUT WHERE YOU LIVE, I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU!"
"Fuck this game, fuck it to Hell, fuck it to oblivion, FUCK IT TO DAMNATION OF MANKIND!!"
Revy: ROCK! Fucking shit for brains! The only fucking reason we're not dead right now is because, for some fucking reason, that fucking war maniac bitch put her gun away! Or maybe it was God's grace or your great sense of humor! Yeah, I agreed to be your gun while we were here, but this is FUCKED! I could protect you through the fucking Alamo! But it's just not fucking possible to protect a guy who's trying so damn hard to get FUCKING KILLED ALL THE TIME!
Rock: ... are you mad?
Revy: Not even close! I'm fucking pissed! Anyone but you, this would have been a bloodbath!
— Black Lagoon, "Snow White's Payback"
Donny: Bobby, you're a young punk.
Bobby: Fuckin' right I am.
Donny: A small-time thief.
Bobby: Fuckin' right I am.
Donny: But we never use the word "thief", do we, Bobby?
Bobby: Fuckin' right we don't.
Donny: And do you fence stolen goods through my junk shop?
Bobby: We never talk about it.
Donny: Fuckin' right we don't.
Bobby: So what do we talk about, Donny?
Donny: The nature of life. We also say "fuck" a lot.
— Speed-the-Play by David Ives
"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck you. Fuck me. Fuck this. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."
— Johnny Truant, House of Leaves
"Goddamnit, where the Hell is Jack? Fucking chickenshit! Fuck it! Fuck it! Shit! Fuck it! Shit!"
— Some mook, Violence Jack
"I realize I use the word 'fuck' a lot, and I'd apologize for that, but I don't give a shit."
— Lewis Black, The White Album
"Fuck you, you fucking fuck!"
— Frank Booth, Blue Velvet
"Fuckin' fuck my fucko fuu-uuuck" sang Bill Paxton. "Fuck you fuck fuck motherfuu-uuuck."
— Robert Brockway, The Way of the Barbarian
Samantha: Shit motherfucker fuck shit.
Carrie: It's a shit motherfucker fuck shit situation?
"Flaming Dragon? Ok...fuckface. First, take a big step back... and literally FUCK YOUR OWN FACE! I don't know what kind of Pan-Pacific bullshit power play you're trying to pull here, but Asia, jack, is my territory. So whatever you're thinking, you'd better think again, otherwise I'm gonna have to head down there and I will rain down an ungodly fucking firestorm upon you! You're gonna have to call the fucking United Nations and get a fucking binding resolution to keep me from fucking destroying you. I am talking scorched earth, motherfucker! I will massacre you! I WILL FUCK YOU UP!
...Find out who that was."
— Les Grossman, Tropic Thunder
"I can't think of any other words to say but 'fuck'"
— "Get This", Slipknot
"Time to start dropping some F-Bombs! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!"
"How do you plead?"
"Guilty aaaaaas FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!!"
"Fuck fuck fuck! Mother mother fuck! Mother mother fuck fuck! Noinch noinch noinch!"
"They're square, mother-fuck! FUCK YOU, MOTHER-FUCK!!!"
— David Cross, talking about bagels.
"What's the big fucking deal? It's only a word. It doesn't hurt anyone. Fuck fuckidy, fuck fuck fuck!"
— Eric Cartman, South Park: Bigger, Longer & Uncut
Pete: What's that fucking noise? it's four in the fucking morning.
Ed: It's Saturday.
Pete: No, it's not. It's fucking Sunday. And I've got to go to fucking work in four fucking hours because every other fucker in my fucking department is fucking ill! Now can you see why I'm so fucking angry?!
Ed: Fuck 'ya!
Edie McClurg: How may I help you?
Neal: You can start by wiping that fucking dumb-ass smile off your rosey fucking cheeks! Then you can give me a fucking automobile: a fucking Datsun, a fucking Toyota, a fucking Mustang, a fucking Buick! Four fucking wheels and a seat!
Edie McClurg: I really don't care for the way you're speaking to me!
Neal: And I really don't care for the way your company left me in the middle of fucking nowhere with fucking keys to a fucking car that isn't fucking there. And I really didn't care to fucking walk down a fucking highway and across a fucking runway to get back here to have you smile in my fucking face. I want a fucking car right fucking now!
Edie McClurg: May I see your rental agreement?
Neal: I... Threw it away.
Edie McClurg: Oh, boy...
Neal: "Oh, boy" what?
"Fuck you. Fuck the plane you flew in on. Fuck them shoes. Fuck them socks with the belt on it. Fuck your gay ass fairy faggot accent. Fuck them cheap ass cigars. Fuck your yuckmouth teeth. Fuck your hairpiece. Fuck your chocolate. Fuck Guy Ritchie. Fuck Prince William. Fuck the Queen. This is America. My president is black and my Lambo is blue nigga. Now get the fuck out my hotel room and if I see you on the street nigga I'm slapping the shit out of you."
— Riley, The Boondocks
"This game is boring and stupid, and it's made for morons. I mean look at this. What the fuck?! What the fuck, Nintendo, what the fuck? What the fuckin' fuck? What the fuckin' fuckin' fuck's going on? Fuck! I don't fuckin' understand, I don't understand. Fuck."
— The Furious Famicom Faggot, Episode 1
"Can't you stop saying 'fuck' all the time?"
— Elvira, Scarface
"Right? Fuck my old boots, it just... I can't... I can't handle that situation when people grief, and it's important to me to get a message like that...fucking hell! How can I get some... get, get... when I also fucked as well... I would'na minded if I'd have gotten what it was happening straight. Like, on the end "all right, 'Arris got his bass fucked, right I'll carry on and do something else", then that's fine, if I didn't fuck-up... but he made me fuck. It totally threw me right out, and he wasn't..."
Lionel: Vulgar, but fluent; you don't stammer when you swear.
Prince Albert: Oh, bugger off!
Lionel: Is that the best you can do?
Prince Albert: Well... bloody bugger to you, you beastly bastard.
Lionel: Oh, a public school prig could do better than that.
Prince Albert: Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!
Prince Albert: Shit!
Lionel: Defecation flows trippingly from the tongue!
Prince Albert: Because I'm angry!
Lionel: Do you know the f-word?
Prince Albert: F... f... fornication?
Lionel: Oh, Bertie.
Prince Albert: Fuck. Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck and fuck! Fuck, fuck and bugger! Bugger, bugger, buggerty buggerty buggerty, fuck, fuck, arse!
Prince Albert: Balls, balls...
Lionel: ...you see, not a hesitation!
Prince Albert: ...fuckity, shit, shit, fuck and willy. Willy, shit and fuck and... tits.
"You worthless scum! Quit dragging your feet! Honestly, take a look at yourselves! You guys are nothing but maggots! You're ticks! You're the lowest form of life in the universe! Listen up, you dung beetles: I take extreme pleasure in watching your faces as you suffer! Don't you think it's disgraceful, panting like old people fucking?! If you've got the balls then I dare you to fuck off right here, right now! You gonorrhea and [unintelligible]-ridden ladies! [...] Right now you guys are less than human, you got that?! You're nameless slaves! Once you survive my training, then and only then will you become a weapon! Until that time you lowly maggots are nothing but a bunch of cocksuckers! I despise and look down upon you! Let's make one thing clear: my job is to find the limpdicks among you and weed them out! I won't have any stinking fuckers on our team keeping us from victory! There will be no laughing or crying! You are NOT human beings! You are killing machines! If you couldn't kill, your lives would be worthless! You fuckers would be better off in a corner [unintelligible]-ing your meat! You want to lose on purpose just to stand out? Pretends it hurts to gain some sympathy?! You pathetic loser scum! The best part of you ran down the crack of your mama's ass then ended up as a cumstain on the mattress! Quit dragging your feet, you fuckers! One whimper and I'll unscrew your head and shit down your neck! That ball is your only girlfriend! You don't need a Mary Jane [unintelligible] with a large backside! Think of your ball as a wet whore and fuck it as hard as you can!"
— Sousuke Sagara, training his school's rugby team in Full Metal Panic? Fumoffu
The CB radio is quiet now. Last night it hummed with cheap entertainment. One guy was trying to sell "wake up" drugs to truckers. On another channel, a "lot lizard" (trucker lingo for a prostitute) was soliciting. But the most captivating broadcaster was a man who possesses the foulest mouth in the world. He is the undisputed king of profanity. Most of the time, he's silent, monitoring the airwaves, but the moment he hears a trucker say something that displeases him, the mouth goes off like an A-bomb.
His radio is so powerful that it drowns out everyone for miles, leaving him to dominate the airwaves as he spits and swears for a few minutes until he goes silent, resting up for the next round. I once asked him to "talk slower" so I could tape his dialog for a friend back home. He scorched the airwaves.
—Warren Faidley, Storm Chaser: In Pursuit of Untamed Skies
Fuck you. Fuck each and every one of you. Fuck you sleeping, fuck you waking up, fuck you standing, fuck you lying down. Fuck the horse you rode in on, the groom that brushed its mane, and the blacksmith that made its shoes. Fuck your mother, your father, any siblings, and any other living members of your family tree. Fuck you.
— Mr Skullhead, Kingdom of Loathing
"Oh my god. Fuck. Ow. Son of a bitch. What the shit. Balls. Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit."
Really? Well guess fuckin' what? I don't really fuckin' care. You want to know fuckin' why? Because I don't fuckin' live in the fuckin' world, I live in fuckin' New York City, so go fuck yourself!
— Henry Hackett, The Paper
Jack From Jupiter: No, no, nononononono! They're not going to fucking do me like this! Butcher and his sick fucking crew of freaks, they're fucking fucking fucking fucking NOT!
A-Train: That's a lot of fucking.
Jack From Jupiter: Fuck you!
— The Boys
"Fire! Fuckfire! Fuck! You can say anything. Ass! Shit! Bitch! Cunt! Fuck! Fart!"
— The Angry Video Game Nerd, NES Accessories review
"Motherfucking ear-humping fucking ass fucking bullshit in a fucking shithog's maggot infested crotch fucking...fuck...GAH, FUCK! Just...WHY!?"
— Fido, upon learning that the info she has learned may be false.
The author has a new favourite word in this scene. Can you guess what it is?
Shut up, cunt! You louse. You got some fucking neck. Retired? Fuck off. You're revolting. Your fucking suntan... you're like leather. Like a leather man. You could make a fuckin' suitcase, a hold-all. You look like a fat crocodile, fat bastard. You look like fuckin' Idi Amin. State of you... you should be ashamed of yourself. Who d'you think you are? King of the castle? Cock of the walk? You think this is the Wheel of Fortune? You make your dough and fuck off? "Thanks, Don. See you, Don. Off to Spain, Don. Fuck off, Don." Lie in your pool laughing at me. D'you think I'll have that? You think I'll have that, ya ponce? All right, I'll make it easy for you. God, you're fucking trying! Are you gonna do the job? It's not a difficult question. Yes or no?
— Don Logan, Sexy Beast
"Well after we eat, lets go hit the club and have ourselves a little fuckfest! Fuck that guy! Fuck this guy! Fuck those guys! Lets find everything that has a dick and FUCK IT! I'M TOTALLY FUCKING STOKED!"
Mark: When you see two guys this good looking, this handsome and this talented on the internet, you know it's got to be The Game Room. 'Cause we're the sh*t! And today, we're doing a game that is also the sh*t.
Dave: We're actually doing two games. One of them is the sh*t and one of them isn't as much the sh*t as the other one is the sh*t.
Mark: Actually, the other one is actually sh*t. It is actually just sh*t. Based off of a game which is the sh*t. Robotron2084 has two thousand and eighty four reasons this game is the sh*t.
Dave: And that's the original sh*t.
Mark: I guess the first one is on the Nintendo64, a system which overall is very sh*tty, but this game just happens to be the sh*t on the sh*t system.
Dave: And it's amazing how the sh*t got reversed because, you know, the PlayStation's supposed to be the sh*t, and the N64 is a piece of sh*t. That's how you know what everybody says. Now, the Robotron version that's on the sh*t system, PlayStation, is sh*t, while the piece of sh*t system has the sh*t version of Robotron.
Mark: Let's check this sh*t out.
Dave: Did we sh*t everybody with this sh*t?
"My hormones are going nuts. Now please, if you would, get the fuck out of my way. I mean, how many times do I have to fucking write ice cream on this fucking list before someone gets their shit in gear, and brings home the fucking ice cream! Maybe I should get a steak knife AND ETCH INTO YOUR MOTHERFUCKING FOREHEAD! HOW HARD CAN IT FUCKING BE!!!!! ICE MOTHERFUCKING CREAM!!!!! I GUESS THAT'S THE PRICE I PAY FOR LIVING WITH TWO FUCKING MORONS!!!!!"
— Meatwad, Aqua Teen Hunger Force
Travis: Oh, damn.
Frylock: What did I just hear you say!?
Meatwad: I heard him, he said "damn," dammit. Only adults like us are allowed to say damn, bitch-ass, and hell. So get your hellin', damnin' ass back in that bitching damn room, dammit.
Frylock: [gives Meatwad angry look]
Meatwad: What? Damn, I was just helping you out, bitch.
I don't give a shit, I don't give a fuck. I don't give a shit, I don't give a fuck. If I would give a shit, I could have give a fuck, but I don't give a shit, so I don't give a fu-
—Jan Valentine, Hellsing Abridged