veep sentence meme.
modify as necessary! content warning for food, illness, death, ableism, profanity.
season one, episodes 1 - 5.
â donât forget to smile. â
â is that a poppy seed there in your teeth? â
â he has so many tubes in him, he looks like a set of bagpipes. â
â glasses make me look weak. â
â there arenât enough people to fill a fucking canoe in here. â
â i am in a room with three people and a fuckload of quiche. â
â how do you suggest that i mingle with this few people? did simon mingle with garfunkel? â
â sheâs mediocre, really. of all the -ocres, sheâs the mediest. â
â i told him you were too busy to see him, but, as you see, he ignored me and, by implication, you. â
â heâs a massive and total shit. when you first meet him, you think surely to god this man canât be as big a shit as he seems, but he is. â
â iâm not gonna say i donât enjoy it. â
â this has been pencil-fucked completely? â
â what a dark thought. â
â can we not strategize in a closet? â
â i donât have time to ignore you, ___. â
â i mean, i misjudged things. fundamentally, i would say i misjoked. â
â i am putting out two fires in there, and i turn around to find out that you have set fire to the fucking fire truck. â
â iâm fluent in bastard. itâs one of my languages. â
â thatâs why i get paid the medium bucks. â
â i want to get there early. i want the people who are on time to think that theyâre late. â
â i hope you donât take this the wrong way, but can i just say â you kinda look like an asshole. â
â i think i did the right thing, but i just need you to confirm that i did the right thing. â
â i need you to make me have not said that. i need you to have⌠make me unsaid it. â
â itâs unexpected, itâs funky, itâs kind of sexual. â
â holy mother of god and sweet jesus christ. â
â that screaming, falling sound is my fucking patience going out the window. â
â today feels like the perfect storm, doesnât it? â
â people wonât equate you with a natural disaster. â
â you are like an⌠earlobe. youâre just there. just wobbling. â
â goody, i love humor. â
â i guess all those tears must be dehydrating. â
â use your instincts and your eyes, then your hands and arms. â
â iâm canceling the lunch that was supposed to prove thereâs nothing more important than ___ because something more important than ___ has come up. â
â just pretend like youâre talking seriously to me. â
â ___âs smile is starting to crack. â
â oh, what a fistful of fucks. â
â youâre trying to control the weather. you are not fucking thor. â
â stop talking to me like a fucking politician. â
â you looking for some fresh backs to stab? â
â youâre not even your momâs favorite ___, ___. â
â in spite of your preface, i did not sense a whole lot of respect in that question. â
â you have the social skills of someone who was raised by wolves. â
â i would, but iâve got a game of solitaire going on, so i think iâll give that a skip. â
â i canât do it because itâll make it look like a thing. â
â do you have a suit you can change into? â
â that door should be half its height so that people can only approach me in my office on their goddamn, motherfucking knees. â
â i am gonna throw up a leg, and then i am gonna beat ___ to death with it. â
â well, i have no idea who you are, so i donât know whether itâs a pleasure or not. â
â oh, my god, i am having the shittiest day. â
â is she falling asleep? â
â are you really waving? she cannot see you through the tv. â
â please stop staring at me like that. undressing me with your eyes. â
â iâm adding more clothes. â
â left him a voicemail. called him a name. â
â i was not in my own apartment last night. i just⌠i overslept. â
â i was breathing really heavily, though. you donât think anyone noticed that, do you? â
â heâs not supposed to register emotion. â
â that wouldnât spoil your plans, would it? â
â he is already a huge advocate of the devilâs. â
â i wonât say it. iâll just think it. â
â my chief criticism is that i donât fully understand it. â
â thatâs like trying to use a croissant as a fucking dildo. it doesnât do the job and it makes a fucking mess. â
â well, i feel like provoking someone. â
â iâve been trying to cynically use you, but youâre so fucking low-rent, you canât even be exploited. â
â any restaurant that serves anything in a fuckload is not a nice restaurant. â
â youâre not that great to be around. â
â are you believing this fucking day? â