Son of a bitch

My mother never saw the irony in calling me a son of a bitch.

Those sons of bitches don’t stand a chance.

There's that snarling cur, and son of a Bitch Boccaline.

He had the insolence obliquely to give me the name of Son of a Bitch.

[…] Count Davia, like a Son of a Bitch as he is, Chop'd upon mine and the Duke of Mantuu's Equipage, and rubb'd off with our Plate, Jewels, and other Knicknacks of Inestimable Value.

But ya ought to thank me, before I die / For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye / Because I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you Sue

"This son of a bitch won't move!" Marty exclaimed as he grappled with the supermarket cart.

I quickly checked around and I found Simon, he was hit but landed on a dead horse, the lucky son of a bitch could have been dead but the animal absorbed his fall and now he was on the ground trying to stay alive.

That poor son of a bitch didn't even make it.

Argh! Son of a bitch! I had just cut my arm.