Pfui

'Pfui!' The captain spat. 'I've never met such a dumb sailor as you. So where do you think the old moon goes?'

She liked Arschlochweh and adored Improvisation; but the Anatomiestunde and the bending and stretching she did not like. "Pfui!" she was disgusted, lifting her shoulders and spreading her hands like the Mandarin, "pfui! the old body!'

He comes barging in here as if the place belonged to him. And intoxicated . . . pfui! . . . the disgusting pig!