thats what she said . . . .

Thou clay-brained guts, thou knotty-pated fool, thou whoreson obscene greasy tallow-catch!

And:

A knave, a rascal, an eater of broken meats; a base, proud, shallow, beggarly, three-suited, hundred-pound, filthy, worsted-stocking knave; a lily-livered, action-taking, whoreson, glass-gazing, superserviceable, finical rogue; one trunk-inheriting slave; one that wouldst be a bawd in way of good service, and art nothing but the composition of a knave, beggar, coward, pander, and the son and heir of a mongrel bitch; one whom I will beat into a clamorous whining, if thou deny'st the least syllable of thy addition.

I Love Shakespeare

To all of you people out there who respond to everything with 'your mom' or 'thats what she said' just wanted to let you know that Shakespeare can insult every shred of your intellect, body, hopes and dreams in a single elegantly crafted sentence.