Roselyn Rosenfeld: We fight and then we f**k, that's what we do. That's our thing.
Irving Rosenfeld: (narrating ) She was the Picasso of passive-aggressive karate. She was better than any con artist I'd ever met including myself. And she had me like nobody had me.
Irving Rosenfeld: (narrating ) She was the Picasso of passive-aggressive karate. She was better than any con artist I'd ever met including myself. And she had me like nobody had me.
In civilised life domestic hatred usually expresses itself by saying things which would appear quite harmless on paper (the words are not offensive) but in such a voice, or at such a moment, that they are not far short of a blow in the face. To keep this game up you and Glubose must see to it that each of these two fools has a sort of Double Standard. Your patient must demand that all his own utterances are to be taken at their face value and judged simply on the actual words...Once this habit is well established you have the delightful situation of a human saying things with the express purpose of offending and yet having a grievance when offence is taken.
Ellen asked Dakota how her party was, before adding an all-too self-confident: “I wasn’t invited.” Anyone who loved squirming at Dakota’s non-chemistry with Jamie Dornan in the Fifty Shades series was in for a real treat. Because Dakota decided to grab Ellen by the metaphorical throat...Ellen sat there looking calm and focused, but I wouldn’t be surprised if inside her brain, the Kill Bill siren was blaring at full-volume.
[holding door open] "Age before Beauty."
[enters and then glances back] "Pearls before Swine."
[enters and then glances back] "Pearls before Swine."
— Real Life exchange between Clare Boothe Luce and Dorothy Parker
Hades: Indulge me for a moment, boy. Why bother to construct a sundial there, knowing full well it was my wish to have one installed? To demonstrate your awe-inspiring authority? Or to deny me the small pleasure of doing it myself?
Zagreus: Maybe a little of each? Or maybe you ought not second-guess my every motive and decision, constantly searching for some sinister agenda that has yet to cross my mind?
Hades: Pah! I would have chosen an entirely different marble texture for it anyway!
— Hades
Although the girl learned to keep an amiable front no matter what she was feeling, her resentment could not be held in forever. Pressed down from the top, it squeezed out the sides, willy-nilly. As she grew older, Tove developed a way of making prickly little remarks in a guileless manner:
“Were you ever pretty when you were young, Mother?”
“Why don’t you tie your coif a little farther forward, Mother? It will hide how thin your hair is getting in front.”
Sigrun, nettled, peered suspiciously into her daughter’s face, searching for insolence or malice. But the girl had spoken so sweetly, and was looking straight at her with the most angelic blue gaze. Sigrun could not believe soft little Tove meant her words to sting.
