Via Skepacabra.

Oeh..! ha! Vet cool dit:

You whoreson beetle-headed, flap-eared knave.
(The Taming of the Shrew, Act 4, Scene 1)

You are malapert.
(Richard III, Act 1, Scene 3)

Scambling, outfacing, fashion-monging boys
That lie and cog and flout and deprave, and slander.
(Much Ado About Nothing, Act 5, Scene 1)

You are a very dishonest paltry boy, and more a coward than a hare.
(Twelfth Night, Act 3, Scene 4)

I do bite my thumb at you sir.
(Romeo and Juliet, Act 1, Scene 1)

You don’t have wit enough to lie straight in your bed.
(Twelfth Night, Act 2, Scene 3)

You lisp and wear strange suits.
(As You Like It, Act 4, Scene 1)

You logger-head.
(The Taming of the Shrew, Act 4, Scene 1)

You are an ass head and a coxcomb, and a knave, a thin-faced knave, a gull.
(Twelfth Night, Act 5, Scene 1)

You freckled whelp hag-born!
(The Tempest, Act 1, Scene 2)

A pox o’your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog!
(The Tempest, Act 1, Scene 1)

You are a mad-brain rudesby, full of spleen.
(Taming of the Shrew, Act 3 scene 2)

En, omdat’ie zo heerlijk beschaaft is, mijn favoriet:
Your horrid image does unfix my hair.
(Macbeth, Act 1, Scene 3)

Ich hab mir dazu gestellt Cuba zu sehen weil Castro noch da ist.

So lange er noch lebt ist er da.

Was machst du dan noch in Berlin?

I don’t know. But wouldn’t it be a cool thing to say, ten years after he is dead? ‘I was in Cuba when Castro was still there.’ People would look at me in awe and ask me: ‘How was it then? Must have been very different.’ And I would say; ‘Yes but all of that is gone now.’