If memory serves me correctly, Lawson, you hate rats.

He hated rats, but he also hated hiding in a funeral home.

Let it stand that I really hate rats.

But I really hate rats.

I hate rats that kill for the fun of it.

I live on fish, and why should I hate rats?

He hated rats, had been terrified of them all of his life.

And now the mayor has made it clear: he truly hates rats.

Because Mrs. Jewls hates dead rats, he is put in the trash.

Still, I think not, since I hate the sight of that breed as a farmer's dog hates rats.