The last catch cry of a hideous woman on the walk of shame. Commonly after she has performed an act of fellatio and has had a cab called for her because there was no chance she was getting a spooning.
Hammo (through a slit in the bedroom door): Don't bother spooning that
Gronk: are you gonna let them speak to me like that?
Timmy: I'll call ya a cab, shall I?
Gronk (out the front waiting for a cab): you can't treat people like this, *sob* I can hear what you say under your breath *sob sob*
You're just too cool to bother with any details of anything.
And surpass the level of 'Epic coolness'
This line CANNOT be said. Unless you strike a cool pose right after.
Mother: Sweetie, you have weird rocker friends.
Daughter: I'm not a rocker!
Mother: ...Sorry. You have weird goth friends.
Daughter: I'm not goth!
Mother: Then what are you?!
Daughter: Mom! When you're this cool, You don't bother with the details. ;D
Fogey/fogy /fougi/ sl. (early 18C+, orig. Scot) old-fashioned, stuck-in-the mud.
Person with old fashioned ideas which he is unwilling to change: Come to the disco and stop being such an old fogey!
You think me an old fogeyand an old tory, his thoughtful voice said. I saw three generations since O’Connel’s time. I remember the famine. Do you know that the orange lodges agitated for repeal of the union twenty years before O’Connel did or before the prelates of your communion denounced him as a demagogue? You fenians forget some things. (James Joyce, Ulysses. Penguin Books,1992. p. 38)