It's not my fault!
(Mea culpa)
I'm not to blame!
(Mea culpa)
It is the Gypsy girl, the witch who set this flame!
(Mea maxima culpa)
It's not my fault,
(Mea culpa)
If in God's plan,
(Mea culpa)
He made the Devil so much stronger than a man!
(Mea maxima culpa)
(Mea culpa)
I'm not to blame!
(Mea culpa)
It is the Gypsy girl, the witch who set this flame!
(Mea maxima culpa)
It's not my fault,
(Mea culpa)
If in God's plan,
(Mea culpa)
He made the Devil so much stronger than a man!
(Mea maxima culpa)
— Judge Claude Frollo, The Hunchback Of Notre Dame, "Hellfire"
I'm havin' Rape for Dinner!
I want to re-criminalize homosexuality...so that I can feel dirty when I do it.
— Frankie Boyle, Mock the Week, "Unlikely things to hear in the House of Lords"
Oh booze, sweet booze. The sweet nectar can be a delicious and wonderful thing, but sometimes it leads you down a dark, destructive path where you wake up with half of your face burned off because the booze screwed with your decision-making skills and you thought it would be a really good idea to eat out Parasite Hilton...Nobody saw this one coming. We all thought Superman would meet his tragic demise by the hand of Lex Luthor or from a deadly case of thrush (which he got from wearing those damn sweaty tights all the time). Nobody would’ve ever guessed that Superman would turn green and melt into a puddle of smegma after wet humping on Parasite Hilton’s kryptokooch. I bet she’s working for Lex Luthor. Look at her hiding in the shadows (and that attention whore NEVER does that) with an evil smirk on her face. Bitch knows what she’s doing.
Sonezaki: Apes and dolled-up ghouls—oh, for shame!
Hongō: Says the girl reading porn out loud.
Why must all beauty be evil? Tempting man, enticing him with coy smiles and sidelong glances, then to repel him? Repel him with a contemptuous sneer, break him, then haunt him for ever afterwards?
It is right that they are punished. It is right that the knife is plunged into their treacherous hearts when they lie, stretched out, naked on the altar before you, right that their...
It is right that they are punished. It is right that the knife is plunged into their treacherous hearts when they lie, stretched out, naked on the altar before you, right that their...
—The murderer to a statue of a goddess, The Emperor's Pearl
I have taken that revenge! I, a murdered man risen from the grave! I have tortured woman, the heartless murderess, she who tempts and entices man with coy smiles and shy glances, then to repel him with a sneer, leaving him a pitiable wreck, crippled in both body and mind. All those others I made grovel before me begged for mercy in her voice, it was her flesh I lacerated, her blood I saw flow, her...
—The murderer to the judge, The Emperor's Pearl
