I go in swinging with La Rochéfoucauld - "If we had no faults of our own, we would not take so much pleasure in noticing those of others."

Ouch!

And when I've knocked them reeling, I go in with a jab of Dorothy Parker - "Wit has truth in it, wise-cracking is merely calisthenics with words."

Pow!

And when they're bloody and against the ropes, I go in with the kill - Twain, Wilde, Twain, Twain, Mencken!

It's not a fight, it's an execution!