"Nobody told you you could take off your seatbelt!", (you child).
Cheap shots are those slices just over the net -- Those drop-shots which make you run up to the net in the midst of a great volley. Nobody wants to play tennis with my friend Tom, nor my nephew for that matter, precisely because of their cheap shots. A normal civilized discourse is all about the volley, and that is all anyone laces up their shoes for. So who wants to play tennis with this prick?
You really need to practice a bit more if you are to convince the world that you are a super star. "Awe c'mon, why don't you want to play?" he pleads... "Come on please...? I'll hit it nicely".
The very definition of pussy-prima-donna, (Will Smith) however is "squirming in his seat, pining for attention, whilst other actors are busy saying their lines."
Look it was never going to happen... You queen -- Because a film about an abusive father driving his daughters to lunatic lengths and some thirty grand-slams, would already qualify as abuse.
Have you learned nothing?
I mean... if you were so concerned for a ladies feelings, that you'd need to get out of your baby seat, and interrupt the show in progress to slap another man -- Then you'd perhaps have stopped abusing your daughters in the first place, Right?
If you wanted so badly to stand up and accept your award... Then you should have picked another script, or at least waited your fucking turn.
Nobody called your name, And so-what if by some miracle someone could turn your spouse into Demi-Fucking-Moore, then, what? ...I'd think you'd welcome that.
The ONLY Acceptance speech we'll entertain is for your apology.
Kinda reminds me of this Sissy
Age and Treachery will overcome youth and skill.