Wheatley: So you're gonna test, and I'm gonna watch. And everything is gonna be just... fi-
Announcer: Warning. Core overheating. Nuclear meltdown imminent.
Wheatley: SHUT UP!!
Announcer: Warning. Core overheating. Nuclear meltdown imminent.
Wheatley: SHUT UP!!
— Portal 2
A fool gives full vent to his anger, but a wise man keeps himself under control.
— The Bible (New International Version), Proverbs 29:11
"What, is it "Insult The Easily Angered Cyborg Day" or something?!"
— Lothar, Exterminatus Now, showing unusual restraint.
"Filthy, arrogant, wretched little... SCUM-SUCKING PIG!!!!"
— Nappa, towards Goku, Dragon Ball Z Kai
Vegeta: Blood...my noble blood spilled by the sheer luck of such...such trash?! No...no, I will not allow this to stand! I CANNOT ALLOW THIS TO STAAAAAAAAAND! (to Goku) YOUR INSOLENCE JUST COST YOU THIS WORLD! I'LL BLOW IT ALL TO PIECES, AND THERE'S NOTHING YOU CAN DO TO STOP ME!
(flies up and powers up his Galick Gun)
Vegeta: Try to dodge this if you can! You might manage to save yourself, but your precious Earth is doomed!![...]PREPARE TO JOIN THIS FILTHY ORB IN OBLIVION!
(flies up and powers up his Galick Gun)
Vegeta: Try to dodge this if you can! You might manage to save yourself, but your precious Earth is doomed!![...]PREPARE TO JOIN THIS FILTHY ORB IN OBLIVION!
"There are people in this world who go about demanding to be killed. You must have noticed them. They quarrel in gambling games. They jump out of their automobiles in a rage. They humiliate and bully people whose capabilities they do not know. These are people who wander through the world shouting, "Kill me." And there's always someone ready to oblige to them."
— Vito Corleone, The Godfather
"What do ya mean, funny? Let me understand this 'cause, I don't know, maybe it's me, I'm a little fucked up maybe, but I'm funny how? I mean, funny like I'm a clown, I amuse you? I make you laugh... I'm here to fuckin' amuse you? What do you mean funny, funny how? How am I funny?"
C-Sec Officer: Now slow down, and take a deep breath.
Volus: You're (deep breath) MOCKING (deep breath) ME!
Volus: You're (deep breath) MOCKING (deep breath) ME!
"Good evening, gentlemen! Please pay attention. I am a reformed vampire, which is to say, I am a bundle of suppressed instincts held together with spit and coffee. It would be wrong to say that violent, tearing carnage does not come easily to me. It's not tearing your throats out that doesn't come easily to me. Please don't make it any harder."
— Maladict, Monstrous Regiment
"The Linear Guild is practically synonymous with taking disproportionate revenge over quasi-imagined slights!"
— Nale, The Order of the Stick
"I'm always pissed off."
— The Punisher, Dark Wolverine #89
Patient: Doctor, I have a problem.
Doctor: Yes, what is it?
Patient: A Hair-Trigger Temper.
Doctor: Oh, excuse me, I didn't hear you very well. Could you repeat it, please?
Patient: YOU DON'T WANT TO PISS ME OFF, YOU MISERABLE LITTLE BITCH!!!
Doctor: Yes, what is it?
Patient: A Hair-Trigger Temper.
Doctor: Oh, excuse me, I didn't hear you very well. Could you repeat it, please?
Patient: YOU DON'T WANT TO PISS ME OFF, YOU MISERABLE LITTLE BITCH!!!
— A Russian joke
"Shirley has earned our respect. Not as a wife, not as a mother, but as a woman. And don't question her on that, because that thing about the jukebox was way too specific to be improvised."
—Jeff, discussing Shirley after Shirley has threatened to put Annie's head through a jukebox, Community
DAVE: karkat just threw a tantrum about a chair
DAVE: i just won karkat tantrum bingo
DAVE: i just won karkat tantrum bingo
— Dave Strider, Homestuck
Undercover Brother: Hi, Conspiracy Brother!
Conspiracy Brother: [Angry] "Hi"? What you mean "hi"? Like "high yellow wanna be white"? "High" like the *white man* wants to keep us? [Suddenly paranoid] Wait, you don't smell any weed on me, do you?
Undercover Brother: ... Brother, when you get a minute, could I get a list of the words that trigger these fits?
Conspiracy Brother: [Angry] "Hi"? What you mean "hi"? Like "high yellow wanna be white"? "High" like the *white man* wants to keep us? [Suddenly paranoid] Wait, you don't smell any weed on me, do you?
Undercover Brother: ... Brother, when you get a minute, could I get a list of the words that trigger these fits?
Why is the Empress' palace shuttered?
Apparently the Empress doesn't like light. Or sudden movements, loud noises, foreigners, treason, peaches. When you're Empress, you can do this kind of thing.
—Sidebar Snippet, Fallen London
Harbinger: I didn't realize Superman had such a hair-trigger temper, Kara.
Supergirl: He's... just a little overprotective of me, Lyla.
Random Amazon: A little...?
Supergirl: He's... just a little overprotective of me, Lyla.
Random Amazon: A little...?
"Safety first. Put on this transponder. No arguments. I've activated my shock collar. If I get within one meter of you, it will shock the monkey snot out of me. *gestures around* This is my tantrum room. We'll be able to talk here. If we disagree, there are plenty of targets for me other than you."
— Dr. Bowman, Freefall, who's well aware of his own issues.
Dr. Bowman: SURGERY?! DO I LOOK LIKE A BLIND WATCHMAKER?! THAT BRAIN IS INTELLIGENT DESIGN! IT HAS EXTERNAL INTERFACES! You are right! I shouldn't do this angry. I'm going to my tantrum room to beat the big dummy until its head caves in! Then I'm coming back and changing her security settings so every imbecile with a remote doesn't have a direct pipeline into her brain! *storms off*
Commander: [to Florence] He's been so mellow today. You're a good influence on him.
Commander: [to Florence] He's been so mellow today. You're a good influence on him.
— Freefall
"Indrick Boreale took it as a personal affront that the Tau had chosen a base of operations on the moon. Of course, almost anything could offend Indrick Boreale. And he would have come to attack the Tau, sooner or later, just because they were there."
"Stay on his good side and all would be well. Unfortunately, his good side was so narrow it was almost invisible. Get on his bad side, and he would wreck you, your home, your village, and your continent — just for his own amusement."
"Many Brujah claim they know how to build a perfect society - whether for mortals, vampires or both - because of their superior intellects. You may locate these "superior intellects" by listening for screams of terror and the crash of breaking objects. All vampires may succumb to the animal within, but the Brujah require much less provocation."
—Vampire: The Masquerade - Clanbook: Followers of Set (revised)
"What do I want? I want a world... where laughter doesn't come at someone else's expense. Where people can live freely without fear of being farted on. I want a world where you aren't ridiculed for trying to help. A world where a Nice Girl that I liked isn't turned into another ERIC CARTMAN!! These Canadians are in the way of that world, and everything they do and everything they have done needs to be erased from the EARTH!"
— Kyle Broflowski, South Park, "Super Hard PCness"
"You disobeyed me, Max. And you know you what happens when you disobey me. I break things."
"Why did you have to shoot him? He's an Aqualish. Small things upset him."
"What 'small thing' set this off?"
The marred man
shrugged. "I'd just told him that he's going to have to wait to get his arm fixed. He didn't like that much."
shrugged. "I'd just told him that he's going to have to wait to get his arm fixed. He didn't like that much.""His arm?"
I looked more closely at the unconscious Aqualish and realized that he had only one real arm, and the other was a plasticine prosthetic. He'd trashed the place single-handed!
and realized that he had only one real arm, and the other was a plasticine prosthetic. He'd trashed the place single-handed!—Star Wars: The Essential Guide To Species
"MIJ?! GEHOORZAAM JE?! NOOIT! JE BENT EEN DWAAS! HOE DURF JE! IK... BEN... DE... ULTIEME ALFA!"note
— HyPN0se, Pokémon × Nimja: Play the Game
Cassie: I think I know what happened. Rather than physically separating parts of your body, the Fragmenter has divided you into seven parts of your personality.
(They quickly work out which of the Seven Dwarfs each Marion corresponds to)
Cassie: Which would make you Grumpy.
Grumpy!Marion: EVERYTHING MAKES ME GRUMPY!
Cassie: So no change there.
(They quickly work out which of the Seven Dwarfs each Marion corresponds to)
Cassie: Which would make you Grumpy.
Grumpy!Marion: EVERYTHING MAKES ME GRUMPY!
Cassie: So no change there.
"Well, there's nothing else to say, but... jamblasted. VUN JAMBLASTED!"
— Flamberge, Kirby Star Allies
Why had she gone crazy this time? What was the reason for today's little sulk? Was it because for the second month in a row, she wasn't on the front cover of Vogue? Was it because she was on the cover of Vogue and she didn't like the photograph? Was it because she'd put on a pound in weight? Was it because she'd lost a pound in weight? Both, of course, were disastrous. Had the maids accidentally brought up Lapsang tea instead of Keema? Last time she did that, it had cost Rimmer his entire collection of Iranian pottery. Was the telephone dirty again? Was there nothing on TV she wanted to watch?
Whatever it was, she was obviously upset, because now she had taken down Rimmer's twelfth-century samurai sword and was hacking away at the waterbed.
—Red Dwarf: Infinity Welcomes Careful Drivers
Toby Wright: Oh, um... Toby Rice, I'm Simon's aide.
Jamie MacDonald: Hi, Toby, Toby. Very pleased to meet you. Please sit down. [Sneering] Now, right, that's enough of all the fucking Oxbridge pleasantries.
Toby Wright: [Puzzled and mildly annoyed] What's Oxbridge about saying hello?
Jamie MacDonald: [Exploding] Shut it, Love Actually! Do you want me to hole punch your face?!
Jamie MacDonald: Hi, Toby, Toby. Very pleased to meet you. Please sit down. [Sneering] Now, right, that's enough of all the fucking Oxbridge pleasantries.
Toby Wright: [Puzzled and mildly annoyed] What's Oxbridge about saying hello?
Jamie MacDonald: [Exploding] Shut it, Love Actually! Do you want me to hole punch your face?!
Renzo: I'm sorry, Keith. It's the florist again.
Keith Warne: Oh, FUCK! (picks up phone, trying to be civil) Hello? What seems to be the problem now?
Florist: Well, the problem's that first, you were early! Then, you lose all the balloons! And now, this dog has totally making the destruction of my flowers! (dog barking and shredding flowers in the florist's van)
Keith: Look, I'm very, very sorry. I'll put you back to customer service, and they'll organize a discount for you, okay? (hangs up the phone)
Florist: Hello?! Hello?!
Keith: (to Renzo) I do not want to speak to that fucking florist again!! Okay, Renzo?!
Renzo: I'm sorry, Keith.
Keith: (to Vikrum) And if you don't stop following me... I'll fucking fire you!!!
Keith Warne: Oh, FUCK! (picks up phone, trying to be civil) Hello? What seems to be the problem now?
Florist: Well, the problem's that first, you were early! Then, you lose all the balloons! And now, this dog has totally making the destruction of my flowers! (dog barking and shredding flowers in the florist's van)
Keith: Look, I'm very, very sorry. I'll put you back to customer service, and they'll organize a discount for you, okay? (hangs up the phone)
Florist: Hello?! Hello?!
Keith: (to Renzo) I do not want to speak to that fucking florist again!! Okay, Renzo?!
Renzo: I'm sorry, Keith.
Keith: (to Vikrum) And if you don't stop following me... I'll fucking fire you!!!
Like a lot of other people, I encountered [evidence of decreasing levels of violence] for myself the first time I was told (in high-school English, back in 1974) to crack the spine of one of Shakespeare's plays. What got my attention was not the beauty of the Bard's language but how touchy all his characters were. At the drop of a hat they flew into rages and started stabbing each other. There were certainly people like that in 1970s Britain, but they tended to end up in jail and/or therapy — unlike Shakespeare's thugs, who were more often praised than blamed for cutting first and asking questions later.
—Ian Morris, War: What is it Good For?
[On a co-worker who shaves at the desk he shares with Rosa]
Det. Charles Boyle: Why don't you just ask him to stop shaving at his desk?
Det. Rosa Diaz: He denies even doing it; I don't know why. Next time I catch him shaving, I'm gonna punch him so hard in the mouth he bites his own heart.
Boyle: ... Could that be why he denies doing it?
Rosa: [as if this is a revelation] Oh yeah, you could be right, yeah.
Det. Charles Boyle: Why don't you just ask him to stop shaving at his desk?
Det. Rosa Diaz: He denies even doing it; I don't know why. Next time I catch him shaving, I'm gonna punch him so hard in the mouth he bites his own heart.
Boyle: ... Could that be why he denies doing it?
Rosa: [as if this is a revelation] Oh yeah, you could be right, yeah.
Rowan: What?! What is it you have to say to me?
Connor: Why? Gonna defend yourself by yelling at me until you're blue in the face?
Rowan: Now listen here, you piece of shit—
Connor: And there it is, Rowan Burke's infamous temper. You can't even hold back your temper when people are dying!
Rowan: I'm perfectly capable of—
Connor: Oh, really? When was the last time you said anything nice about anybody? When was the last time you finished a sentence without getting mad? All you do is cuss and insult people. Honestly, it's a wonder that any of us like you at all.
Rowan: You shut your damn mouth and let me talk!
Connor: Oh, look, they're yelling again, everyone. What a surprise!
Connor: Why? Gonna defend yourself by yelling at me until you're blue in the face?
Rowan: Now listen here, you piece of shit—
Connor: And there it is, Rowan Burke's infamous temper. You can't even hold back your temper when people are dying!
Rowan: I'm perfectly capable of—
Connor: Oh, really? When was the last time you said anything nice about anybody? When was the last time you finished a sentence without getting mad? All you do is cuss and insult people. Honestly, it's a wonder that any of us like you at all.
Rowan: You shut your damn mouth and let me talk!
Connor: Oh, look, they're yelling again, everyone. What a surprise!
He thought about the mantra of his counselor, Dr. Harley: Don't be a slave to your anger, Ephraim.
It was so hard. It bubbled inside him like that stupid geyser at Yellowstone Park, Old Faithful — except the geyser was, like, faithful: at least you could time it. Ephraim's anger rose out of nowhere, this giddy charge zitzing through his bones and electrifying the marrow. His rage was a dark cloud passing over the sun where just moments before the sky had been clear blue.
