Huh? Whoreson. Listen to me, retard.

Huh? Whoreson. Listen to me, retard.

You son of a whoreson bitch!

-Whose was it? -A whoreson mad fellow's it was.

E pack of bow-legged whoresons! Can't you see your captain's approaching?

Hang, cur, hang! You whoreson, insolent noisemaker we are less afraid to be drowned than thou art

Why, sir, his hide is so tanned with his trade... ...that he will keep out water a great while... ...and water is a sore decayer of your whoreson dead body.