Rude Kid Viz Quotes & Sayings

I don't want all these germs all over my kid. "What's her name?" the woman asks. "Jamie." I stare steadily at the crosswalk signal, willing the little green man to pop up before the chick starts flirting. "And what's her daddy's name?" Too late. "Tucker, but my wife calls me Tuck." That shuts her up fast. Normally I'm not this rude during these random street pick-ups, but I really don't like the way she touched my child without permission. Fuck that. — Elle Kennedy

You're free to join us, but only if you promise not to stare at the new kid." Miles laughs.
"Staring is very rude. Didn't anyone ever tell you that? — Alyson Noel

Remember that that "rude awakening" which your parents and well-meaning relatives threatened you with as a kid is better than no awakening at all. — Perry Brass

The thing that I loved about growing up Mormon is that I had morals and standards instilled in me as a kid - like, you need to be a nice person, and a thoughtful person, and if anybody is trying to dog that, then I think that's rude. — Julianne Hough

Vimes shook some lather off the blade. "Hah! I bet they have. Tell me, Willikins, did you fight much when you were a kid? Were you in a gang or anything?"
"I was privileged to belong to the Shamlegger Street Rude Boys, sir," said the butler.
"Really?" said Vimes, genuinely impressed. "They were pretty tough nuts, as I recall."
"Thank you, sir," said Willikins smoothly. "I pride myself I used to give somewhat more than I got if we needed to discuss the vexed area of turf issues with the young men from Rope Street. Stevedore's hooks were their weapon of choice, as I recall."
"And yours ... ?" said Vimes, agog.
"A cap-brim sewn with sharpened pennies, sir. An ever-present help in times of trouble."
"Ye gods, man! You could put someone's eye out with something like that."
"With care, sir, yes," said Willikins, meticulously folding a towel. — Terry Pratchett

What about her? Does she have a name? Not that I care really, but it would be rude to call her 'new girl' once Mike and I are dating."
"I have an idea," Jay suggested, leaning toward Chelsea from across the table. "Why don't you put together a list of questions, in order of importance, and I'll have him fill out the answers? Kind of like new-kid homework." He smiled innocently. "You don't have to do it now, of course; just try to get it to me before the end of the day."
"Ha-ha." Chelsea made a face. "You're freakin' hilari-ous, Jay." And then she turned to Violet. "That must be why you like him so much. 'Cause other than that, I just don't get it. — Kimberly Derting

Ain't nothing going to eat you while Bubba's around." Caleb laughed. "They might toy with him for a bit but he won't let any past." Caleb to Nick.
"Is something wrong?" Nick to Bubba
"Nah ... I just ... " Bubba nervous.
"Please, God, Bubba, tell me you're not about to ask me out, are you?" Nick to Bubba.
Bubba made a rude sound at him. "Hell, nah. I'd date Mark first, provided he took a bath so I wouldn't have to fumigate my truck or store."
"But," Bubba continued, "now that you mention it ... that is what I wanted to ask you about."
"Dating Mark? Really?" Nick to Bubba.
'Cause the kid with a brand-new license was such an expert on going out with others. — Sherrilyn Kenyon

Back when I was on my first assignment as a seeker, I was way out in Arizona. Brought in this kid named Clarisse."
"Clarisse?"
"Sibling of yours," Hedge said. "Ares kid. Violent. Rude. Lots of potential. — Rick Riordan

If. If Mingus Rude could be kept in this place, kept somehow in Dylan's pocket, in his stinging, smudgy hands, then summer wouldn't give way to whatever came after. If. If. Fat chance. Summer on Dean Street had lasted one day and that day was over, it was dark out, had been for hours. The Williamsburg Savings Bank tower clock read nine-thirty in red-and-blue neon. Final score, a million to nothing. The million-dollar kid.
Your school wasn't on fire, you were. — Jonathan Lethem