“The last cat—or, rather, mouse—who pulled that on me got eaten. Let’s keep this rivalry at the purely symbolic level, where it belongs, shall we?”
“Believe me, squirt, escalation is the last trick you’d want to try with me.”
“For both our sakes, that had better be made of licorice.”
“Sweetheart, stick to something you’re good at, like making babies. Don’t outfight me. Outproduce me.”
“Okay, I think you’re at a crossroads here. You can be Mickey Mouse or you can be Ratso Rizzo. You can go to Anaheim and live, or you can go to Miami and die.”
“No, I will not call you ‘Jerry.’ Believe me, you don’t want to know what happened to ‘Jerry.’”
“Why am I not impressed? Well, for one thing, your teeny little claws don’t even reach the damn trigger.”
“Well, look who’s been reading the NRA Bulletin. Too bad they don’t tell you what happened to the brave little mouse after he pulled the trigger.”
“You aren’t redefining ‘cat and mouse,’ you’re negating it. Now put that thing down before I lose my temper.”
“‘Paws up, Pussycat’? You’re just too pomo to live, aren’t you, squeakie?
