Babblemouth

It’s a slow-dazzle performance that leaves you wishing the film would pair him up with Adams (a brief dalliance between them is inexplicably dropped) instead of sending his dancer wife, a neurotic babblemouth, back home to him.

He was a middle-aged babblemouth who talked computers and fad diets remorselessly, seasoning his monologues with plod monosyllables—Jung, Bach, Proust—managing to give them the intellectual weight of Ping-Pong balls.

I WAS WONDERING WHEN YOU WOULD PAUSE FOR BREATH… …SO I MIGHT TRY TO GET A WORD IN EDGEWISE. / I GUESS SOMETIMES I DO TURN INTO A BABBLEMOUTH--SORRY.

A babblemouth if I ever saw one. He beamed, fat and florid, through these thick hornrimmed specs. ‘You’re Lovejoy. Am I right or am I right?’ I was to learn he only gave the world the two choices. I said nothing, already knowing who I was.

The ferryman had not a good word for Ralegh – that know-all babblemouth – whom he blamed for fitting the Lisbon expedition out in Plymouth instead of Tilbury.

“Quiet, babblemouths, or the bees will come and add a little more bounce to this old man’s strut!”

“[…] But I’m amazed that you could fall for a babblemouth with hairy legs, spouting feminist clichés, with a voice like a recycled valley girl. Really, Kelvin.” / “I suppose it was her energy. But she is a talker, for sure.” / “Yeah, and says mighty little of consequence.”

Had Karen said something? / No, Karen may be a babblemouth, but she would never do that to me, Nicole realized, pushing the thought away.