Bite me

She swiped at her tears with the palm of her hand, slipped his front-door key into the breast pocket of his leather suit jacket, whispered to the dead man, "Bite me, asshole."

"We was talking and stuff, and I'm, like, I am SO not going there! And he just went, okay whatever, and I'm like FINE! Like I could care less, and then he goes, like, yeah bite me—"

"I don't know, Tedd; can you sing without soap?" "Bite me."

"Whatever. I'm going to go use your computer, see if Rhoda or Lucy are online." "Just be sure to stay out of the folder named 'Gender Studies' before eleven-fifty!" "Bite me."