Call me anything you want over your keyboard, Mr. Big Pants.

I'd call you and Rory a name, but you'll start your blubbering and cry enough tears to blow out the rivers you don't fish.
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She was standin' alone over by the juke box, like she'd something to sell.
I said "baby, what's the goin' price?" She told me to go to hell.

Bon Scott - Shot Down in Flames