He doesn't have an enemy in the world, but all his friends hate him.
He is completely unspoiled by failure.
His mother should have thrown him away and kept the stork.
I could never learn to like her, except on a raft at sea with no other provisions in sight.
Don't look now, but there's one too many in this room and I think it's you.
Every time I look at you I get a fierce desire to be lonesome.
Everyone has his day...some days last longer than others.
Gee, what a terrific party. Later on we'll get some fluid and embalm each other.
You have to stand in line to hate him.
You have a good and kind soul. It just doesn't match the rest of you.