I could no more define poetry than a terrier can define a rat.
If I had a nervous breakdown every time something awful happened in the world, I'd be crazier than a shithouse rat.
Hello George. Hey Martha (Percy) Did you bring us a rat? (George) George, stop it!He's busy! (Martha) Too busy for rats? That's just sad. (George)
If a rat is a good model for your emotional life, you're in big trouble.
Thou art a cat, and a rat, and a coward.
A squirrel is just a rat with a cuter outfit!
They said, congratulations you got what it takes. They sent him back to the rat race without any brakes.
You dirty, double-crossing rat.
Humor, a good sense of it, is to Americans what manhood is to Spaniards, and we will go to great lengths to prove it. Experiments with laboratory rats have shown that, if one psychologist in the room laughs at something a rat does, all of the other psychologists will laugh equally. Nobody wants to be left holding the joke.
It may be that you will be happiest in the rat race; perhaps, like me, you are basically a rat.
To a rat, a small hole is like a door.
Today coming to work, I saw one of those only in New York scenes. It was a rat who had passed out after choking on a pretzel.
If you made a better rat than a human, it’s not much to boast about, Peter.
How could you be from the ghetto and be a rat?
It is all right to rat, but you can't re-rat.
The eye is the window of the soul, the mouth the door. The intellect, the will, are seen in the eye; the emotions, sensibilities, and affections, in the mouth. The animals look for man's intentions right into his eyes. Even a rat, when you hunt him and bring him to bay, looks you in the eye.
I never said, 'MMMmmm, you dirty rat!
Yet, for my part, I was never unusually squeamish; I could sometimes eat a fried rat with a good relish, if it were necessary.
Did you bring me a rat?" "He has no time for rats, George. " "No time for rats? That's just sad.
There is something about Christmas that requires a rug rat. Little kids make Christmas fun. I wonder if could rent one for the holidays. When I was tiny we would by a real tree and stay up late drinking hot chocolate and finding just the right place for the special decorations. It seems like my parents gave up the magic when I figured out the Santa lie. Maybe I shouldn't have told them I knew where the presents really came from. It broke their hearts.