parachute an idea whose time has come a little late for some
Hey, Murph I don't think he's gonna talk. Whattaya say I rough him up a bit?
Freakin butterfly! I get whacked in the head one more time with those wings, and it's over for her!
Talk? Why no, Mr. Bond. I expect you to die!
lousy flea ridden bugger! should i catch it, m'lord? Nah? what harm can one rat do?
Looks like you got another letter from your pen-pal at Hogwart's.