Monster: [on Judy] What's to like about her? She's grouchy, bitchy and hard to get along with. I hate people like that.
Chester: No surprise there.
Monster: What's that supposed to mean?
Chester: Oh, nothing. It's just, people don't generally like people who remind them of themselves. Or so I've read.
Monster: Are you calling me bitchy?
Chester: I'm just remarking on something I've read. That's all.
Bree: Here's the thing you need to understand about me and my friends: we each have our niche. Gabrielle's the glamorous one, Susan's the adorable one, Lynette's smart, Edie's... Edie, and I am the domestic one, the organizer, the one that knows that there are three tines on a dessert fork. I'm the one who gets teased for that. That's who I am... And that's also who you are.
Katherine: So?
Bree: So... I don't really know how to be friends with you.
Drea, you are a conniving, selfish sociopath who just uses everyone around you to get exactly what you want. And so am I, which is the source of the problem, because most people, if they met a clone of themselves, they would be elated. But you and I, we would bury it alive. Which is what I had to do to you.
—Max, Do Revenge
Doc Holiday: And you must be Ringo. Look, darling, Johnny Ringo. The deadliest pistoleer since Wild Bill, they say. What do you think, darling? Should I hate him?
Kate: You don’t even know him.
Doc: Yes, but there’s just something about him. Something around the eyes, I don’t know, reminds me of… me. No. I’m sure of it, I hate him.
Kate: You don’t even know him.
Doc: Yes, but there’s just something about him. Something around the eyes, I don’t know, reminds me of… me. No. I’m sure of it, I hate him.
"Okay, fine. Thanks, Dad. I'm sorry I turned out too much like you to make you happy, but not enough like you to make you proud. Gotta go, work to do, buh-bye."
— Captain Tagon, Schlock Mercenary
