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I don't like the cut of your Jib 

In the early 1700's the cut of the jib sail, often signified the nationality of a vessel. The term was being used figureatively by the 1800's to express like, or dislike for someone. So, the 'Cut of one's jib' refers to their general appearance of personality.
Little Jr. Son of a bitch: Hi Mr.
Me: I don't like the cut of your jib.
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K-pop Soju Party I don't like it 

if you don't like that, you don't like girls 

if you don't like whatever the other person says, you don't like girls.
Johnny - How's my new haircut

Ted - If you don't like that, you don't like girls.

I Don't Like To Label Myself

The anti-label adopted by many true fence-sitters unwilling to take on the stigma and stereotypes of a label.
When asked about his sexual preferences, Rufus replied "I don't like to label myself."

i don't like the way you are talking to me. 

This is the only acceptable response if somebody is verbally attacking you using only facts.
Employee: I'm never going to make any money if you keep having me drive around empty. The point of a dispatcher is to fill these trucks with freight and you are not doing your job.

Guy who would rather be waterskiing: I don't like the way you are talking to me..

I don't like you in that way 

A nice girl’s way of trying to spare your male fragile ego instead of saying flat out that they don’t like you and probably want you to leave them alone.
Nice Guy: So do you like want to go on a date with me friday night? *man I really want a piece of that ass*

Nice Girl: I'm sorry Charlie, I don't like you in that way.
*This guy is creepy, I don't want to offend him, he might turn into one of those stalkers.*

I Don’t Like Mondays

The silicon chip inside her head
Gets switched to overload
And nobody's gonna go to school today
She's going to make them stay at home
And daddy doesn't understand it
He always said she was as good as gold
And he can see no reason
'Cause there are no reasons
What reason do you need to be sure

Oh, oh, oh tell me why
I don't like Mondays

Tell me why
I don't like Mondays

Tell me why
I don't like Mondays
I want to shoot
The whole day down

The Telex machine is kept so clean
As it types to a waiting world
And mother feels so shocked
Father's world is rocked
And their thoughts turn to their own little girl
Sweet sixteen ain't that peachy keen
Now, it ain't so neat to admit defeat
They can see no reasons
'Cause there are no reasons
What reason do you need oh, woah

Tell me why
I don't like Mondays

Tell me why
I don't like Mondays
Tell me why
I Don’t Like Mondays
I want to shoot
The whole day down
Down, down
Shoot it all down

All the playing's stopped in the playground now
She wants to play with her toys a while
And school's out early and soon we'll be learning
And the lesson today is how to die
And then the bullhorn crackles
And the captain tackles
With the problems and the how's and why's
And he can see no reasons
'Cause there are no reasons
What reason do you need to die, die

Oh, oh, oh and the silicon chip inside her head
Gets switched to overload
And nobody's gonna go to school today
She's going to make them stay at home
And daddy doesn't understand it
He always said she was as good as gold
And he can see no reason
'Cause there are no reasons
What reason do you need to be sure

Tell me why
I don't like Mondays
Tell me why

I don't like Mondays
Tell me why

I don't like, I don't like, I don't like Mondays
Tell me why
I don't like, I don't like, (tell me why) I don't like Mondays
Tell me why
I don't like Mondays
I want to shoot, the whole day down, uh, uh, uh