Fats, fats!

Watch out for Fatso. Watch out for Fatso.

Fats brown, that's what i get, fats brown.

You bloated pedlar!

Beat it, fat man!

Yeah, Fatso.

Come on, fat boy!

She's, uh, rather plump, a little soapy... but a very interesting mustache.

Who's Humpty Dumpty? (quietly)

He made Fats do it.

Geek. Fatty. Slut. Fag.

Fats brown, fats brown, lister's pool room, randolph street, chicago.

You'll sweat the lard off that fat carcass of yours...

Tom is a fat man.

Not so close, my ponderous one.

How about that, fat boy?

What's up with you, Fats?

Mess with me, fat stuff, and I'll bust you up.

Well, Fatso can't make a dent in him.

Fatso done it, Prew.

Fats is the best!

Then what's with the thanks, fat boy?

Fats brown, fats brown, report to lister's pool room randolph street, chicago.

''Fat bellies.'' ''Safe jobs.''

You're a fat boy. Come on.

He just keeps spitting' in Fatso's eye.

But that Fatso, he's smart.

Duglandin, the fatso over there.

You're not too funny today, Fat Man.

Don't try to understand everything at once.

Come now, fat one. Why not give up?

Wait a minute, I'll wake up fatso.

All right, all right... fats was good.

Rat, rat, fatter than the cat...

The fat woman was holding a monkey.

The pigeons of Boston are fat and proud.

Let's cut a couple of corners, then. Who's the fat guy?

Fatso's really got it in for Maggio.

I punched the General's son.

An old chubby duster like me.

Oh, you're pretty good, jesse, but fats is better.

I beat the king of the hill, fats brown!

Fats said he couldn't do it. The bully always had it in for him.

Bring in those smug little ladies with their fat little hands, fat little souls and fat little...

I can't decide which one I like the best... the big fat one or the bald one.