Examples of using "őrült" in a sentence and their english translations:
Crazy!
It's been a crazy week.
- Tom's crazy.
- Tom's insane.
- Tom's mad.
- Tom is crazy.
- Tom is insane.
- Tom is mad.
- This is insanity.
- This is mad.
Is Tom crazy?
- You're crazy!
- You're nuts!
I'm not crazy.
I'm not mad.
He is not mad.
- I think you are crazy.
- I think you're crazy.
His ideas are crazy.
You're not crazy.
Tom was crazy.
- You are crazy.
- You're crazy.
What a crazy idea!
Tom is really crazy.
- I knew you were crazy, but I didn't know you were this crazy.
- I knew that you were crazy, but I didn't know that you were this crazy.
- I knew you were crazy, but I didn't know that you were this crazy.
- I knew that you were crazy, but I didn't know you were this crazy.
Are we mad squirrels?
Tom is a little crazy.
It's insanely hot today.
I was an idiot.
What kind of a madman would say something like that?
You're demented.
Do you think I'm crazy?
Tom is a mad scientist.
- Did I mention I'm crazy?
- Did I mention that I'm crazy?
who is open to running with my crazy ideas.
And this crazy chase is on.
Tom thinks I'm crazy.
- You are mad.
- You're mad.
It's been a crazy year.
He must be crazy to behave like that.
Many people think I'm crazy.
They all thought I was crazy
like some kind of crazy energy bunny on steroids.
But stop calling it crazy.
and you have some crazy or bold ideas,
We have this show that's about politics gone mad,
Man... you are one twisted fuck.
- You are crazy.
- You're insane.
- You're crazy.
Tom is crazy, and possibly dangerous.
I'm not a coward, but I'm not stupid either.
- I'm not crazy.
- I'm not that crazy.
But in that paper, I had this crazy idea.
- Genius is only one remove from insanity.
- Genius is but one remove from madness.
I may be old, but I'm not crazy.
- Are you mad?
- Have you lost your reason?
- Are you angry?
Tom looked at me like I was crazy.
A madman is not accountable for his actions.
That crazy squirrel belongs in a nuthouse!
I might be crazy, but not stupid.
That weirdo breeds cockroaches in a matchbox.
Don't be crazy.
I'm completely crazy.
You're insane.
“Okay! Crazy quest. Good. Good luck with that!"
Most people think I'm crazy.
I might be drunk, but I'm not crazy.
Tom ran like crazy to catch up with Mary.
Tom is a little bit mad, but we like him the way he is.
- I don't think Tom is insane.
- I don't think that Tom is insane.
Tom and Mary were having a mad, passionate love affair.
You must be crazy to ride a bicycle that has no brakes!
- I don't think you're crazy.
- I don't think that you're crazy.
Ladies and gentlemen, what it tells us, there is a method to the madness.
- Tom was crazy.
- Tom was insane.
- Tom was mad.
Hamlet acts as if he were insane.
How did you come up with this crazy idea?
- Most people think I'm crazy.
- Most people think that I'm crazy.
Idiot!
- What a fool I was!
- What a fool I've been!
It is crazy of him to leave the door open.
Reading history books, one gets the impression that everyone in the past was a bloodthirsty maniac.
Aristarchus of Samos posited the exact same, crazy idea. Reality is probably not as it seems.
What a stupid little twerp.
- You're nuts!
- You're nuts.
- You're mad!
You are crazy.
- There is no such thing, at this stage of the world’s history in America, as an independent press. You know it and I know it. There is not one of you who dare write your honest opinions, and if you did, you know beforehand that it would never appear in print. I am paid weekly for keeping my honest opinions out of the paper I am connected with. Others of you are paid similar salaries for similar things, and any of you who would be foolish as to write honest opinions would be out on the streets looking for another job. If I allowed my honest opinions to appear in one issue of my papers, before twenty-four hours my occupation would be gone. The business of the journalist is to destroy the truth, to lie outright, to pervert, to vilify, to fawn at the feet of Mammon, and to sell his country and his race for his daily bread. You know it and I know it, and what folly is this toasting an independent press? We are the jumping jacks, they pull the strings and we dance. Our talents, our possibilities and our lives are all the property of other men. We are intellectual prostitutes.
- There is no such thing, at this stage of the world’s history in the United States, as an independent press. You know it and I know it. There is not one of you who dare write your honest opinions, and if you did, you know beforehand that it would never appear in print. I am paid weekly for keeping my honest opinions out of the paper I am connected with. Others of you are paid similar salaries for similar things, and any of you who would be foolish as to write honest opinions would be out on the streets looking for another job. If I allowed my honest opinions to appear in one issue of my papers, before twenty-four hours my occupation would be gone. The business of the journalist is to destroy the truth, to lie outright, to pervert, to vilify, to fawn at the feet of Mammon, and to sell his country and his race for his daily bread. You know it and I know it, and what folly is this toasting an independent press? We are the jumping jacks, they pull the strings and we dance. Our talents, our possibilities and our lives are all the property of other men. We are intellectual prostitutes.
- There is no such thing, at this stage of the world’s history in The United States of America, as an independent press. You know it and I know it. There is not one of you who dare write your honest opinions, and if you did, you know beforehand that it would never appear in print. I am paid weekly for keeping my honest opinions out of the paper I am connected with. Others of you are paid similar salaries for similar things, and any of you who would be foolish as to write honest opinions would be out on the streets looking for another job. If I allowed my honest opinions to appear in one issue of my papers, before twenty-four hours my occupation would be gone. The business of the journalist is to destroy the truth, to lie outright, to pervert, to vilify, to fawn at the feet of Mammon, and to sell his country and his race for his daily bread. You know it and I know it, and what folly is this toasting an independent press? We are the jumping jacks, they pull the strings and we dance. Our talents, our possibilities and our lives are all the property of other men. We are intellectual prostitutes.
- There is no such thing, at this stage of the world’s history in America, as an independent press. You know it and I know it. There is not one of you who dare write your honest opinions, and if you did, you know beforehand that it would never appear in print. I am paid weekly for keeping my honest opinions out of the paper I am connected with. Others of you are paid similar salaries for similar things, and any of you who would be foolish as to write honest opinions would be out on the streets looking for another job. If I allowed my honest opinions to appear in one issue of my papers, before twenty-four hours my occupation would be gone. The business of the journalist is to destroy the truth, to lie outright, to pervert, to vilify, to fawn at the feet of Mammon, and to sell his country and his race for his daily bread. You know it and I know it, and what folly is this toasting an independent press? We are the jumping jacks, they pull the strings and we dance. Our talents, our possibilities and our lives are all the property of other men. We are intellectual prostitutes.
- There is no such thing, at this stage of the world’s history in the United States, as an independent press. You know it and I know it. There is not one of you who dare write your honest opinions, and if you did, you know beforehand that it would never appear in print. I am paid weekly for keeping my honest opinions out of the paper I am connected with. Others of you are paid similar salaries for similar things, and any of you who would be foolish as to write honest opinions would be out on the streets looking for another job. If I allowed my honest opinions to appear in one issue of my papers, before twenty-four hours my occupation would be gone. The business of the journalist is to destroy the truth, to lie outright, to pervert, to vilify, to fawn at the feet of Mammon, and to sell his country and his race for his daily bread. You know it and I know it, and what folly is this toasting an independent press? We are the jumping jacks, they pull the strings and we dance. Our talents, our possibilities and our lives are all the property of other men. We are intellectual prostitutes.