26 Hyperbole Quotes

Now, Bad Ass, you run your mouth about SummerSlam. Well, here's the situation. The Rock says this: if the Rock hits you, he'll kill you. If he misses, the wind behind the punch will give you pneumonia and you'll die anyway, so the choice is yours, jabroni!

I would Love you ten years before the Flood, And you should, if you please, refuse Till the conversion of the Jews. My vegetable love should grow Vaster than empires and more slow.

I'm gonna stick your head so far up your ass your gonna have to cut holes in your nipples to see!

The thought of another DX night makes The Rock want to stick his finger down his throat and spew the people's vomit.

The jabroni beating, pie eating, trail blazing, eye brow raising, I got a gift for you from Santa, an ass-whooping at WrestleMania like here in Atlanta!

I'm gonna stick your head so far up your ass your gonna have to cut holes in your nipples to see!

'I'm gonna fuck you up. I'm gonna dig up your dad, and shove him up your mum and drink your blood from a drinking cup, you fuck!'

(after playing 'Another Black Friday' by The C.U.B.S.) - It's called 'Another Black Friday' and the press of it has been good as far as I can tell: 'the best production at the present time','a rise to new musical directions', 'a brilliant fusion of body and brain' ... I don't know, that sounds like a motorcycle accident.

The laws of this city are clearly racist. All laws are racist. The law of gravity is racist.

Our salmon sandwiches are so good you'll want to swim upstream to our kitchen and spawn. But please don't.

Now, Bad Ass, you run your mouth about SummerSlam. Well, here's the situation. The Rock says this: if the Rock hits you, he'll kill you. If he misses, the wind behind the punch will give you pneumonia and you'll die anyway, so the choice is yours, jabroni!

A face on her that'd make a freight train take a dirt road.

Thug: You're gonna give us $10,000, or we're gonna break both your legs.

'Alf Todd,' said Ukridge, soaring to an impressive burst of imagery, 'has about as much chance as a one-armed blind man in a dark room trying to shove a pound of melted butter into a wild-cat's ear with a red-hot needle.'

He groaned slightly and winced, like Prometheus watching his vulture dropping in for lunch.

Aunt Agatha, who eats broken bottles and wears barbed wire next to the skin.

She had a beaky nose, tight thin lips, and her eye could have been used for splitting logs in the teak forests of Borneo.

She snorted with a sudden violence which twenty-four hours earlier would have unmanned me completely. Even in my present tolerably robust condition, it affected me like one of those gas explosions which slay six.