We have a saying in Guns N' Roses: 'When somebody's gonna get yelled at, they're gonna get the corn.'
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Grown-ups yell. I don't know why, but they do.
There's a fine line between patriotism and corn.
Most chick singers say 'if you hurt me, I'll die'... I say, 'if you hurt me, I'll kick your ass.'
I know from personal experience, if a chef yelled at me in a kitchen, the first thing I'd want to do is hit them with a pot.
The word was enough. It ran like fire along the line, from man to man, and rose into a shout, with which they sprang forward upon the enemy, now not 30 yards away.
I didn't mind if they yelled at me, but when they came on the field, it was a different story.
Most of my town hall meetings had always been love fests, and some of my guys used to complain: 'I'd like for somebody to yell at you a bit.'
Every time you walk down the street people are screaming, 'You're fired!'
My job as an artist is to speak up for those who might be perceived as the losers. Or those who can't shout. No wonder public-school people always get into politics or acting: they're taught to shout that much more loudly.
We yelled, mostly, but bad enough that you wanted to fight. That's how we became winners. We fought each other. When you did something wrong, we'd tell you about it.