In song, at least.
Content warning: Some lyrics might not be safe for work.
I didn't really have a heart transplant. We found out I've been operating without a heart for decades.
To the last I grapple with thee. From Hell's heart I stab at thee. For hates' sake I spit my last breath at thee, thou damned Romney.
Daaad! The clicker won't mute!
Hey, Gingrich! I just bought your wife!