"If he comes near me, he's gonna find himself six feet under; I wouldn't touch him with a 10-foot pole. Not enough four-letter words've been invented to cuss him out like he deserves. I'll be in seventh heaven when he gets the hell outta town."
"Wow, you're going the whole nine #yards tonight! But hey, you can run him down eight ways to Sunday & you'll get nothing but high fives from me! Two's company, but three's a crowd."
"Oh Jake! You know you're the only one for me!"