“So do you think it's true what they say? About girls liking bastards?'
'He's not a bastard. He's an idiot.'
'Do girls like idiots then?”

“He may look like an idiot and talk like an idiot but don't let that fool you. He really is an idiot.”

“Are you demented, you stupid badger? Is that your problem? Or are you just an idiot?"
"As to that, I… Did you just call me a badger?"
"A bastard. I called you a bastard.”

“My last girl was Jewish, which is often a warm kind of girl, concerned about food intake and employability. They don't like you to work too hard, I understand, until you're hooked and then, you bastard, sweat!”

“What kind of idiot do you think I am?”

“There's no chance of cheering him up, sir. He likes being miserable, so he does, and the bastard will get over it.”

“The knocking persisted. It wasn't Derek. His knock would be careful, almost apologetic. This bastard knocked like he was doing me a favor.”

“What are you, in love with her?" Travis says. "You're staring like an idiot."
The weird thing is, I think I am.”

““What kind of idiot do you think I am?”
”I have no idea what kind of idiot you are,” Miss Jesczenka said. “That’s why I’m asking.””

“who would dare think that, forever? Some idiot girl who wouldn’t know how things played out.”