Fuque Hugh Guise
 

Shut the front door! You rotten sons of a Businessman!

You Malodorous Cork Soakers! I'd slap youse but I don't want to get stupid on my fingers.

You could still fart in his direction.

Or tell him his mother was a hamster, and his father smelt of elderberries.

Fuque Hu Tu, and anyone who Lukes Lock Hu.

Fuque M. Awl

Fuque R. Harde

Are you talking to this guy--Lord Farquaad?