I'm not your kind.

Your kind must face extinction.

She isn't your style.

You'll make out fine. Your kind always does.

Pick on your own kind.

You're a one, Rosie. Really, you are.

I knowthe sort of man you are, John.

You and your kind, and me and my kind.

It doesn't seem your type at all.

Don't hold the melon, you dirty pig, but take a fruit.

Say no more, Monsieur. I know your type.

I know your kind. Your voice is sweet, but it drips with poison and lies.