Waldo Butters: Screw up my life?
[He stared at me for a second and then said, deadpan]
Waldo Butters: I'm a five-foot-three, thirty-seven-year-old, single, Jewish medical examiner who needs to pick up his lederhosen from the dry cleaners so that he can play in a one-man polka band at Oktoberfest tomorrow.
[He pushed up his glasses with his forefinger, folded his arms, and said]
Waldo Butters: Do your worst. (Jim Butcher)

Waldo Butters: Screw up my life? [He stared at me for a second and then said, deadpan] Waldo Butters: I'm a five-foot-three, thirty-seven-year-old, single, Jewish medical examiner who needs to pick up his lederhosen from the dry cleaners so that he can play in a one-man polka band at Oktoberfest tomorrow. [He pushed up his glasses with his forefinger, folded his arms, and said] Waldo Butters: Do your worst.

Jim Butcher

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