Stop calling everyone Suckers.
Volunteering is for Suckers.
The Suckers are this big.
Even the Suckers taste nice.
When hell freezes over, Suckers!
Did he have to say Suckers?
You two are the original Suckers.
The Suckers are nice and crunchy.
Anyway, love is strictly for Suckers.
Sleeping outside is for Suckers, guys.
These Suckers never had a chance, baby!
Yeah, I just love those little Suckers.
Look at those Suckers in their metal coffins.
Man, we are a couple of grade A Suckers.
You'll have cleared out all the Suckers by then.
You must have really done a number on those rich Suckers.
But what about all those poor Suckers you kept running over?