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The fact is, I don't see the point in fighting you any more. Your pride is already shot, and in the end, I guess that's good enough for me. You were so sure of your own power that you never imagined anyone in the universe could bring you down... especially a Saiyan. Heh. Now you know what failure feels like. See, I don't need to keep fighting you because I've already won. So go crawl off someplace and hide; I don't really care.
Goku to Frieza, Dragon Ball Kai

Future Android 18: I hate you!
Future Trunks: You hate the fact that you're powerless to stop me, that you're completely outmatched. Well, imagine feeling the way you do now all of the time, like the people of this planet do. Fools! How do you think my master Gohan felt when you ganged up on him in the rain and he had no way out? Well, now it's your turn. I hope you enjoy it.

Vegeta: You want to know what your big mistake was, Black?
Goku Black: What mistake?!
Vegeta: [while beating Black into the ground] It's that stolen body! Every muscle, every cell... his body was built from a lifetime of intense battles! But you took it; it's all second-hand! You feel the power in those Saiyan cells, but you don't truly understand it, because you didn't build it! And you'll never learn to think like that clown!
Black: How can there be such a huge power gap between us?!
Vegeta: That's simple. You're an interloper, a Saiyan impostor! And I'm the real thing. THE ALMIGHTY PRINCE VEGETA!!

Are you trying to lecture me now? Isn't it a bit too late... sensei? You're always too late when it's important. I'm glad that my teacher was the Hokage. It helped me give up on my dream to become the same. [...] You didn't realise it was me despite being my teacher. In the end you're not that great. I pity you. You died a hero and now you're showing your son how shameful your life was. Yes... Hokage look pathetic compared to what I am now.
Obito Uchiha to Minato Namikaze, Naruto

Why do you look down on us so much? Philosopher's Stones are born from humans and homunculi are born from those stones. But what can be made from homunculi? What do they give birth to? Can a being that can only destroy truly be called a god? You think you're the ultimate being, but you're actually just a dead end.
Hohenheim to Father, Fullmetal Alchemist

As a result of that, what happened? You were choked to death, and sunk in a sewage pit...and even now that you're dead, all you're doing is pathetically whining about how there was nothing you could do...if you have even that amount of courage in you, surely you could have gone and contacted the police! But you couldn't even do that? Why? That's right. Sadly enough, Miss Scored-A-Zero-On-The-Test-Of-Life, the only person that you could even muster the courage to talk to, the only person you ever had a connection with was this perverted excuse for a teacher right here!!
Yoshihito Kanamori to Marie Moriya, Higanbana no Saku Yoru ni

You're the one who's lying to yourself. You don't wanna accept the truth. Deep down, you know once Sonic is gone, your life will have to go back to the way it was before. Your days of adventure are at an end, boy, just like your friendship with that hyper-annoying hedgehog. All your dreams have been shattered, haven't they? Life is like that, kiddo. Take it from somebody who knows! Whenever you reach too high, life smacks you down! But on the bright side, at least you and I won't have to see each other ever again.
Eggman to Chris, Sonic X

You and I may be nothing alike, but we are both half demons. That means that, in both of us, there is a human heart and a demon heart, Naraku. But you have betrayed that. We were both given the freedom to choose, to follow our human heart or our demon heart, and you chose to live as a demon, ignoring all that was human in you. You chose to hurt others, to curse them with misery and suffering, but your days of hurting my friends are over, you miserable bastard!
Inuyasha to Naraku, InuYasha

No. You're just a murderer, Light Yagami. And this notebook is the deadliest weapon in the history of mankind. If you had been a normal person and had used this notebook once out of curiosity, you would have been surprised and scared of what had happened, regretted what you had done, and never used this notebook again. To speak of extremes, I can actually understand those who would use this notebook for their personal interests and kill a couple of people, and even think that they're normal. But you yielded to the power of the notebook and the Shinigami and have confused yourself with a god. In the end, you're nothing more than a crazy Serial Killer. That's all you are. Nothing more... and nothing less.
Near to Light Yagami, Death Note

It's not coming back. And the reason is you, Ruby. You hurt Feebas with your words and attitude. But I guess the root of the problem started a long time ago. Recall, Ruby, when you challenged me back in Fallabor. You didn't even use Feebas even though you challenged me to a beauty contest! Isn't Feebas the beauty representative of your team!? Your Feebas wasn't the only neglected one. During the commotion, your Marshtomp detected the cigarette fire and sent a signal. But you were so eager to challenge me that you didn't even notice. Why can't you trust your own Pokémon!? Why don't you listen to your Pokémon’s voices?! That's because you, Ruby, don't care about anyone but yourself!! Someone like you can't reach the peak of beauty!
Wallace to Ruby, Pokémon Adventures

You would like me to crack, wouldn't you, Panik? Because it worked for you before: winning through intimidation, not through skill. [...] You think you're winning, that your tactics are taking me by surprise... But I saw your strategy the minute I saw what kind of man you are! [...] I knew you would use Chaos Shield; cowardly bullies like you always try to hide behind something! [...] Your whole strategy is nothing but hiding and cowering!
Yami to Panik, Yu-Gi-Oh!

TK: Let me ask you something, Ichijoji. Don't you think it's time you gave up on this little charade? It's getting old. You say you're the most powerful being in the Digital World, and yet you have no idea about the powers that are here. You're a pretender. You're like that story, The Emperor's New Clothes.
Ken: [growls] You're nobody! Not like me! You will bow down before me!
TK: [snarking] Sorry. The floor's kinda dirty.
Ken: You will listen to me! [whips TK across the face; TK doesn't even flinch]
TK: [calmly] When you can't think of anything to say, do you always resort to fighting?
Ken: I... guess?
TK: That's your problem. You don't know when to talk, and when to fight. Now's a good time to talk. On the other hand, it's also a good time to fight! [punches Ken out]

For someone who always talks about justice, you blindly trusted Ogre and Stylish. You couldn't see that they were evil. And that twisted laugh of yours... It's no different from those evil men. You're broken.
Mine to Seryu Ubiquitous, Akame ga Kill!

You will always lose, Galvatron. You think of nothing but destruction. None of your victories last! You care about nothing but yourself! No one cares about you!
Optimus Prime, Transformers Cybertron, "Unfinished"

Is that why you abducted her (Ange), abused her, and attempted to bend her to your will?! You're a pitiful man, sir Tuner.
Salamandinay to Embryo, Cross Ange, "To the End of Time"

Your refusal to face reality, content to watch us from afar...don't make me laugh! There's only one truth here: you, my own parents, YOU ABANDONED US!
Lelouch vi Britannia to Emperor Charles and Marianne, Code Geass

YOU IDIOT! "Planning to keep the fire small"? "It got out of hand"? What makes you think those are valid excuses?! Shut the hell up! Did you even consider the fact that she may have been killed? What if the car broke down? A flat tire? A traffic jam? She easily could have died if those things were to happen! If you wanted her to notice you, why didn't you become someone WORTH being noticed? Why didn't you try getting her to notice you by doing something honorable?
Shinichi Kudo/Conan Edogawa to Criminal, Detective Conan

In 1987
I was a new hire
Now I'm spitting hot fire
T-O-N's about to B-R-I-N-G
The hurt on you
Hey Retsuko! Why you working
If you hate your job so bad?
(I dunno, it's just what you do)
'Cause Retsuko's killin' time
Until she finds herself a man
(I dunno, it's just what you do
Meek and mediocre
You never really stand out
Waitin' for your check
Like it's nothing but a hand-out
You're not the best
Or the worst I've seen
I called out out hard
And Imma get away clean
What's the matter?
Does the cat have your tongue?
This is why you're on the bottom rung
Chained to your computer
And you're sweating like a loser
While a crush you like a closer
Like a lyric bulldozer
Asleep on your feet
Come on, you're dead meat
No play, you're DOA
You got nothing to say
You're lazy
'Cause you go with the flow
And I can't figure out
If you're coming or going
Your sad little life
Got no rhythm or rhyme
I betcha that's why you get drunk all the time
Director Ton to Retsuko, Aggretsuko

Retsuko in reply to Ton, Aggretsuko

Without even understanding that, you dive into things badly! Why don't you realize that instinct will lead to the destruction of the universe?! Do you fools possessed with Spiral Power have the determination we do when you hesitate to kill one irregular? Do you have the same determination as us to defeat our former comrade and seal our evolution to protect this universe!? No! You don't! You don't, you don't, you don't! Not one bit! You have no determination! No resolution! No reason! You use Spiral Power for selfish purposes and drown in it! That is the Spirals limit! And that is why you must be destroyed!
Anti-Spiral to Team Dai Gurren, Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann

Adachi: Y'know, that's what makes you kids so annoying. A grown-up goes and tells you the truth, and all you do is ignore it.
Yu: I'm tired of playing games! You don't have what it takes to shoot me, and you know it!
Adachi: Really...?
Yu: I've heard enough! It's all bullshit! No matter what you say, you won't get away with it! And that is the truth!
Naoto: What you're spouting isn't logic! It's just the egotistical rantings of a lunatic! Humans need each other to survive! If you sever all ties, of course life becomes difficult!
Adachi: You're kids! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU KNOW?!
Yukiko: No, you're the child! You hate your miserable life, and yet you don't want to die?! You're not a grown man taking control of things! You're a child throwing a tantrum!
Adachi: SHUT UP!!!
Yosuke: I'm gonna put this bluntly: there's nothing special about you at all! The only thing you are is a lame-ass thug!
Adachi: SHUT UP! SHUT THE HELL UP!!!...I'll kill you...I'll kill you...I'LL KILL YOU JUST LIKE I DID EVERYONE ELSE!!!

Giroro: I’m in.
Keroro: What? I thought you were gonna...
Giroro: Stay with you? Who are you kidding? You’re an embarrassment who lets Pekoponians order you to do their menial chores. You collect ridiculous fragments of pop culture from a planet you should be destroying rather than blogging about it on Facebook. You’d rather download cartoons than conquer Pekopon. You are weak, you are brainless, and you are lazy. I would rather die than serve another day with you.
Keroro: Me, lazy?
Corporal Giroro to Sgt. Keroro, Sgt. Frog

You damned bitch! Are you saying that my special ability is to win rock-paper-scissors!? Are you an idiot!? How is that going to help me fight monsters!? And the thing that pisses me off the most is the fact that you describe what you've been doing as "gracious help"! Are you kidding me!? "Gracious", my ass! Between you and an NPC that has a special power, I'd pick the NPC any day!
Kazuma Satou to a particularly useless goddess ally of his, KonoSuba

"Kaneda, you've always been a pain in the ass, y'know. You've been telling me what to do since we were kids. You always treat me like a kid. You always show up and start bossing me around, and don't you deny it!"
Tetsuo, AKIRA

    Film — Animated 
It's too late! We're banished, genius! We're in the human world! Oh, what a great idea, going to your old pal Waternoose. Too bad he was in on the whole thing! All you had to do was listen to me just once, but you didn't, did you? *beat* You're still not listening! AAAAAAAAAAAA!
Mike to Sulley, Monsters, Inc.

The Screenslaver interrupts this program for an important announcement. Don't bother watching the rest. Elastigirl doesn't save the day: she merely postpones her defeat. And while she postpones her defeat, you eat chips, and watch her invert problems that you are too lazy to deal with. Superheroes are part of your brainless desire to replace true experience with simulation. You don't talk, you watch talk shows. You don't play games, you watch game shows. Travel. Relationships. Risk. Every meaningful experience must be packaged and delivered to you to watch at a distance so that you can remain ever-sheltered, ever-passive, ever-ravenous consumers who can't bring themselves to rise from their couches, break a sweat and participate in life. You want superheroes to protect you, and make yourselves ever more powerless in the process. Well, you tell yourselves you're being "looked after". That your interests are being served and your rights are being upheld. So that the system can keep stealing from you, smiling at you all the while. Go ahead, send your supers to stop me. Grab your snacks, watch your screens, and see what happens. You are no longer in control. I am.
Screenslaver, Incredibles 2

Rattlesnake Jake: I hear you been tellin' about how you killed all them Jenkins brothers. With one bullet, wasn't it? Ain't that right? All these good folks here believe your little stories, don't they? Why, they believe you're just a stone killer, don't they? Seems these folks trust you. They think you're gonna save their little town. They think you're gonna save their little souls! [Turns to Beans and mockingly licks her cheek before turning back to Rango] But we know better, don't we? So why don't you show your friends what you're made of? Show 'em who you really are? [pulls out gun] Why don't you pull your gun and shoot me? [Empties out bullets] But of course you won't need all of these. Just one, right? [gives Rango the gun and points it in his face] Go head, hero. Pull the trigger. [Rango doesn't shoot] You got killer in your eyes, son? ... I don't see it. [Rango lowers his gun] You didn't do any of them things you said, did you? You didn't kill them Jenkins Brothers. You ain't even from the West! Are you?! [Rango doesn't speak] Say it!
Rango: [whispers] No.
Jake: Oh, speak up! I don't think your friends here heard you.
Rango: No.
Jake: All you've done is lie to these good people. You ain't nothing but a fake and a coward. Isn't that right?
Rango: [softly] Yes.
Rango: [Clearly] Yes.
Jake: [slithers around Rango] Listen close, you pathetic fraud. This is my town now. If I ever see you again, I will take your soul straight down to HELL!

The Witch: I'll make you suffer!
Norman: Why?
The Witch: Because... Because…
Norman: Because you want everyone to hurt just as much as you are. So whenever you wake up, you play this mean game, but you don't play fair!
The Witch: They hurt me!
Norman: So you hurt them back?
The Witch: I wanted everyone to see how rotten they were!
Norman: You're just like them, Agatha!
The Witch: No, I'm not!
Norman: You're a bully.
The Witch: No, I'm not!
Norman: They did something awful, but that doesn't mean you should too! All that's left of you now is mean and horrible!
The Witch: That's not true!
Norman: Then stop. This is wrong and you know it! You've spent so long remembering the bad people that you've forgotten the good ones. There must have been someone who loved you and cared for you. You don't remember them?
The Witch: Leave me alone!
Norman: But you're not alone! You have to remember!
The Witch: Keep away from me!

We have to protect them from YOU! It's you who has to be feared! Because you ARE a monster! You ARE Evil! And you... are... it!

Elsa: Anna, what do you know about true love?
Anna: More than you! All you know is how to shut people out!

Hans: Anna? But she froze your heart!
Anna: The only frozen heart around here is yours.

Khalil: Would you look at yourself?! You care more about that weed than about all the people in Nineveh! (Jonah stammers) Why are you here now? Instead of back in the belly of that whale? (Jonah again has no answer) Because God is compassionate! He wanted to help you! And because he is merciful! He gave you a second chance!
Jonah: Oh, yes — and I'm very grateful-
Khalil: Has it ever occurred to you that maybe God loves everybody, not just you?! That maybe he wants to give everyone a second chance! (Jonah stammers yet again) He saw that those people needed help - that they didn't know right from wrong - and he wanted to help them! And that is why he sent you! And when you told them what they were doing wrong they said they were sorry, they put down their mackerels and their halibuts, and they asked God for a second chance. And by golly, he gave them one! Don't you see? God wants to give everyone a second chance! And so should we!
Jonah: (at first considering, then hotly angry) Well, if they get a second chance — those fish-slappers — well, then... it would be better if I were dead! (flops on the ground and throws a tantrum like a toddler) OH I WISH I WERE BACK IN THAT WHALE!
Khalil: (stunned) You are pathetic. (beat) You know, patience runs very deep in my family... but not that deep. I am out of here!
Jonah: What? What are you doing?
Khalil: I wanted to be big and important... just like you! But the world doesn't need more people who are "big and important," the world needs more people who are nice. And compassionate. And merciful. That's what I want to be. You can find yourself a new traveling buddy. Goodbye.
Jonah: You can't just leave!
Khalil: Can and am!
Khalil to Jonah, Jonah: A VeggieTales Movie

"You mistreat this poor boy the same way you mistreat my people. You speak of justice, yet you are cruel to those most in need of your help!"
Esmeralda to Frollo, The Hunchback of Notre Dame

Tai Lung: I have come home, Master.
Shifu: This is no longer your home, and I am no longer your master.
Tai Lung: Oh, yes. You have a new favorite. So where is this... Po? Did I scare him off?
Shifu: This battle is between you and me.
Tai Lung: So... That is how it's going to be.
Shifu: That is how it MUST be. [They fight, and it spills into the Jade Palace]
Tai Lung: I rotted in jail for TWENTY years because of your weakness!
Shifu: Obeying your master is not weakness!
Tai Lung: You knew I was the Dragon Warrior. You always knew. But when Oogway said otherwise, what did you do? What did you do!? NOTHING!
Shifu: You were not meant to be the Dragon Warrior! That was NOT my fault!
Tai Lung: Not your fault!? Who filled my head with dreams!? WHO DROVE ME TO TRAIN UNTIL MY BONES CRACKED!? WHO DENIED ME MY DESTINY!?
Shifu: It was never my decision to make!
Tai Lung: It is now. Give. Me. The scroll.
Shifu: I would rather die! [They continue fighting until Tai Lung gains the upper hand]]
Tai Lung: All I ever did, I did to make your proud! Tell me how PROUD you are, Shifu! TELL ME! TEEEEEELL MEEEEEEEE!!!

Joker: [gets kneed by Terry in the groin] What are you doing?!
Terry: Fighting dirty.
Joker: The real Batman would never(Terry digs the knee in deeper) AUGH!
Terry: Told you you didn't know me. [knocks the Joker backwards]
Joker: Funny guy...
Terry: Can't say the same for you.
Joker: [throws punch at Terry but misses, runs to nearby desk to grab a gun] Impudent brat! Who do you think you're talking to?
Terry: Not a comedian, I'll tell you that.
Joker: [shoots at Terry, but Terry flies up into the rafters] Shut your mouth!
Terry: [uses Batarang to knock Joker's gun out of his hand] The real Batman never talked to you much, did he? That's probably why you were so fixated on him.
Joker: Don't play psychoanalyst with me, boy!
Terry: [uses another Batarang to cut the power supply] Oh, I don't need a degree to figure you out. The real reason you kept coming back was you never got a laugh out of the old man.
Joker: I'm not hearing this...
Terry: Get a clue, clowny! He's got no sense of humor! He wouldn't know a good joke if it bit him in the cape. Not that you ever had a good joke.
Joker: Shut up! Shut up!
Terry: I mean, joy buzzers, squirting flowers? Lame! Where's the "A" material? Make a face, drop your pants, something!
Joker: Show yourself!
Terry: You make me laugh, but only because I think you're kinda pathetic. [imitates the Joker's laugh]
Joker: Stop that!
Terry: So you fell in a tank of acid, got your skin bleached, and decided to become a supervillain. What, you couldn't get work as a rodeo clown?
Joker: Don't you dare laugh at me!
Terry: Why? I thought the Joker always wanted to make Batman laugh!

The Riddler: Tonight, I'll show them all by doing what none of them could: Killing the Batman! Can you feel it, Bruce? Can you feel it all slipping away? What do you think of me now? (Batman punches him in the face)
Batman: You talk too much.
Riddler: I repeat: WHAT DO YOU THINK OF ME NOW?
Batman: That you're the same insecure C-lister that you were before you went into the Lazarus Pit.
Riddler: Big talk from a dead man!
Batman: You tell riddles a fifth-grader could solve, you call yourself the Riddler. The sheer lack of imagination is staggering.
Riddler: You take that back!
Batman: A one-gimmick hack, the joke of the underworld!
Riddler: Damn you! SHUT UP!
Batman: You think you got the best of Ivy, Joker and Bane? Once they find out Hush was the Riddler, they'll hunt you down like a dog. It won't be pretty.
Riddler: I'm not scared of them any more! I'm going to kill them, just like I'm going to kill you!
Batman: The effects of the pit don't last forever. I'm sure even now, you can feel it. All that strength and genius slipping away, just when you need it most.
Riddler: No, NO!
Batman: Riddle me this: Who's His Own Worst Enemy?

Sunset Shimmer: You'll never get away with this.
Adagio Dazzle: Why? Because you didn't? (Sunset freezes) Oh, we know all about you, Sunset Shimmer. You've got quite a reputation here at Canterlot High.
Sunset: I've changed! I'm in a much better place now!
Aria Blaze: Waiting in the wings while your "friends" have all the fun?
Adagio: Oh yes, you girls are so tight. And yet, they didn't ask you to be in their band.
Aria: Probably afraid no one would want to see them play if she was in the group.
Sonata Dusk: Too bad! So sad!
Adagio: If it's any consolation, no one is going to remember you at all by the time we're done.

Plankton: THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!! [everyone pauses and the crowd gasps]
SpongeBob: My fault?!
Plankton: You're the one who stole the wrong secret formula!
SpongeBob: I didn't know there were two bottles!
Plankton: Of course you didn't! 'Cause you got cotton candy for brains! [the crowd goes ooh] No, seriously, he really does.
SpongeBob: Well, we wouldn't even be in this mess in the first place if you weren't so selfish and evil!
Plankton: I was selfish and evil until you ruined everything with your te-amwork!
SpongeBob: [gasps] You take that back!

Flash: What did you do to the world?
Professor Zoom: Oh, Barry. That's the beauty of all this: I didn't do any of it. You did. Think, Barry. Isn't there some little thing, some little good deed, you might have done?
Flash: I saved someone.
Zoom: Yes.
Flash: I saved her. I saved Mom.
Zoom: That's right.
Flash: No... No! It wouldn't have changed all of this. It wouldn't have changed what happened before her murder. Bruce's parents, Clark's landing...
Zoom: Oh, but it did. Break the sound barrier, and there's a sonic boom. You broke the time barrier, Flash. Time boom. Ripples of distortion radiated out through that point of impact, shifting everything just a tiny bit. But enough. Enough for events to happen slightly different.
Flash: ...I just wanted to save her.
Zoom: (sarcastically) Her hero. How noble. (sincere) Oh, wait. You didn't stop JFK from getting assassinated. Or make sure Hitler stayed in art school. You saved your mommy. You missed her. And in a supreme act of selfishness, shattered history like a rank amateur. Turned the world into a living hell moments away from destruction. And I'm the villain?

2003 Trigon: You fool! You didn't think they'd find the Worlogog from your Earth?
2013 Beast Boy: It wasn't easy!
2013 Cyborg: That Mrs. Claus is legit!
2013 Trigon: Well, yeah. I just figured Santa's wife had it covered—
2003 Trigon: First you resurrect me by just a leg, then you let the Ravens get away, and now you've allowed the Titans to return to this Earth!
2013 Trigon: It's not like we can't defeat them, there's two of us—
2003 Trigon: How can you be so careless? So unfathomably stupid?! Oh, I know! It's because everything from your world is just a pea-brained, squashed down, bobbleheaded version of ours!
Teen Titans Go! vs. Teen Titans, right before 2013 Trigon eats 2003 Trigon

Now, as you already know, the wizard Lord Voldemort has returned to this country. The wizarding community is currently in a state of open warfare. Harry, whom Lord Voldemort has already attempted to kill on a number of occasions, is in even greater danger now than the day when I left him upon your doorstep 15 years ago, with a letter explaining about his parents' murder and expressing the hope that you would care for him as though he were your own. You did not do as I asked. You have never treated Harry as a son. He has known nothing but neglect and often cruelty at your hands. The best that can be said is that he has at least escaped the appalling damage that you have inflicted upon the unfortunate boy sitting between you.
Albus Dumbledore to The Dursleys, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince

When you subtract the blood you’ve spilled and the pain you’ve caused, have you really done that much more, Skitter? That’s oversimplifying, obviously. Right and wrong aren’t a matter of adding the good deeds and subtracting the bad. [...] I see the repercussions you don’t. Things pass my desk: hospital bills, property damage, psychiatrist’s notes. People lose their jobs, lose precious belongings. Parents are woken in the middle of the night because their children are seriously injured. I see the details from detectives in narcotics who track the drug trade. I know you don’t sell drugs, Skitter. But you’re interacting with people who do. If you buy a favor from someone who does, the Merchants, Coil, the Chosen, then you’re indirectly supporting that trade. Just like you’re supporting any number of evils every time you help a fellow villain. I’ve talked to homicide detectives who have dealt with the bodies in the wake of your shenanigans. People die when you start feuds. Bakuda was injured by you in one altercation, and she attacked the city over the course of several days. Do you know how many people were harmed, then? Because you set her off? I could show you photos. People with flesh melted off, frozen, burned, turned to glass. When I don’t see these things in person, I see them on my desk, in high-definition glossy photos. I could arrange for you to see the photos if you don’t believe me, or if you want to see the damage you’ve done for yourself. [...] Are you afraid facing that reality would shatter this nice little delusion you’re living under? [...] Where do you draw the line? When do you start taking responsibility? Or will you explain away every evil you’ve done and count only the actions you want?
Piggot, Worm

See, there’s one thing that’s really grating with you heroes. You keep saying sorry. Oh, you guys are sorry your top members were kidnapping people and turning them into freaks. You guys are sorry that some of your members bought their powers. You’re sorry that your bosses crossed a line, trying to drop bombs on our team members after we did the grunt work of facing the Slaughterhouse Nine. You’re sorry that you went to such extremes to rehabilitate your group's sociopath that you let her get away scott-free with the abuse she was inflicting on a bystander. But you don’t change. You don’t do anything about it.
Skitter to Miss Militia, Worm

You have no understanding of the warrior code at all. What you've done here proves it. You've risked the lives of young kits... by leaving them alone here. Anything could have happened to them. They could have been lost. They could have died. My kits could have died. But you didn't just betray me. You betrayed the entire Clan. You did all this...and you never considered how it would make any of us feel. The Clan is a family, Sol. A community. And you're incapable of thinking about anyone but yourself. I banish you from SkyClan. You've betrayed my trust, betrayed the warrior code...betrayed everything I thought you believed in.
Leafstar, Warrior Cats: After The Flood

Woe unto you, scribes and Pharisees; hypocrites all! You are like whited sepulchers, all clean and bare without, but within, full of dead men's bones and all corruption! Blind guides! You strain at a gnat and swallow a camel!

I'm impressed that you think so highly of the Pack. But the truth is, a dog never changes. I've been around long enough to know that. Look at you — you're a Lone Dog; it's in your blood. Your Lone Dog nature will always get the better of you. First you joined the Leashed Dogs, then the Wild Pack. Now you have taken it upon yourself to foster the Fierce Dogs. I doubt your commitment will last. I'll wake up one morning to discover you've deserted the Pack, including your precious Fierce Dogs. We'll be left to pick up the pieces.
Alpha to Lucky, Survivor Dogs: Darkness Falls

Is that the best you've got? Babies crying and ghosts whispering lies from beyond the grave? The Dark Lord of the Sith I knew would have been ashamed to use such tactics. ... Ysanne Isard would've had you analyzed, digitized, and discarded without a second thought, and she wasn't even Force-sensitive. Darth Vader would've found you amusingly quaint, and the Emperor... Well, the Emperor actually succeeded in destroying the Jedi, so he'd see you as the very definition of failure!
Mara Jade to Sith Lord Exar Kun, I, Jedi

The Doctor shook his head. "You can never see it, can you? You just don't get it. Daleks are always defeated. Always. Because you never learn. You never accept the simple truth: that every other life form in the universe is better than you."
"There's not a life form in the universe that would volunteer to become a Dalek. Doesn't that tell you anything? Well? Doesn't it?"
Dalek X did not reply.
The Doctor to Dalek X, Prisoner of the Daleks

You are a father yourself, Morgan — the father of lies. And you do it so much that you start believing them yourself!
Thomas Ward to Morgan, The Wardstone Chronicles

"I have never laid a finger on anyone in my life, Mr Pump. I may be –– all the things you know I am, but I am not a killer! I have never so much as drawn a sword!"
"No, You Have Not. But You Have Stolen, Embezzled, Defrauded And Swindled Without Discrimination, Mr Lipwig. You Have Ruined Businesses And Destroyed Jobs. When Banks Fail, It Is Seldom Bankers Who Starve. Your Actions Have Taken Money From Those Who Had Little Enough To Begin With. In A Myriad Small Ways You Have Hastened The Deaths Of Many. You Do Not Know Them. You Did Not See Them Bleed. But You Snatched Bread From Their Mouths And Tore Clothes From Their Backs. For Sport, Mr Lipwig. For Sport. For The Joy Of The Game."

Well, well, so you’re the one who’s been doing the dirty work around here, huh? Of course someone has to sacrifice themselves for a good cause and tidy up the community. Otherwise — who knows? — the world might end. Order is your middle name. You’re right at the top, and under you in the proper order are all those who respect your wishes, submit themselves to your control, and accept you as king, excuse me, as King Kong. And if a newcomer, much less a 'fancy pants' like myself, should enter your kingdom, then first of all the rules of the game have to be explained to him, right? And since you can’t help but be unselfish, naturally you’re the one who has to take care of this bothersome task. With your pedagogic talent, almost everyone gets the message pretty damn quick about what the house regulations are like, that is — how did you put it? — crude. But even that doesn’t satisfy you. You want the new ones to commit your ten commandments to memory right from the beginning. That’s why the most important lesson has to be taught at the beginning: if you don’t toe the line, it can be extremely painful for you, so painful in fact that afterwards you may never again be your old self. Have I understood the status quo correctly?
Francis, Felidae

"Mr Ipod:" I work on Wall Street. In banking, if it's in any of your business.
Laytham Ballard: Mmmhmm. Teller? Maybe collections? You enjoy taking old women's last dollars to cover the fees you shit on them? You like tricking and lying to people about how much you care about them, their family and their future, and then rape them and take that future away? You bust your ass for your company, and you're caged up in a little box like a dog waiting to be euthanized. You make them millions every day and you can't afford a car, a parking spot downtown? You live in a shithole apartment and feel the ulcer burn into your guts every night because you can't pay your own damn credit card bills to keep up the kind of life you get told you should be living, but you hound people each day for not paying their bills, for doing the same damn thing. Went into debt for that suit, didn't you? Are you a good dog? That how you make your living, Bubba?

I know more about you than you do. I know far more precisely than you how many you've harmed. How many bad situations you've made worse. Cambodia, Colombia, and Rwanda most recently, but whether in this century, the Wars of the Roses or the Hundred Years' War, your story is the same stupid little story, told over and over again. You learned your lessons when you were a child, and you've never swerved from them. You're a vulture, Lartessa. A maggot. You survive on diseased flesh and rotting meat. Anything whole and healthy frightens you.
Ivy/The Archive, Small Favor

Jesus. You are, by far, the worst agent I've ever come across. Ever. I mean, you are truly terrible. But you know what really gets me? Your crapness isn't even really the problem. I might be able to work with it eventually. I think I could get you to pay attention to me in the end. Learn some basic fieldwork. It would suck, but I've been undercover in Kandahar for six months before, I can do suck. What I can't do is bloody hopeless. Because it's not just you. It's all of you. It's this whole dysfunctional shit show of an agency. [...] You're a disaster. I covered that. But what else would anyone expect you to be? You're a police detective who has never received a day of training in his life. Apparently none of you have. There is no attempt to educate you, to immerse you. Just the hope that the skills you have are enough. And if they aren't, well, shit, sorry, I guess we gambled the fate of the world on the wrong bloody group of idiots. Our bad. But at least there's no culpability because nobody can complain about your utter failure when they're all fucking dead! You want to know what the real problem is? You don't, because you're banging her note . I mean, Jesus! I mean, don't even get me started on that. Actually, no. Let me get started: I mean, first off it means she should be discharged immediately. You are bloody military intelligence. That sort of thing is not OK. And if you want an example of why it's not, you've got Clyde and Tabitha right there in front of you as a walking, talking, bloody real instructional bloody video. Jesus. You let them screw basically in front of you in Nepal, and then are all shocked when the situation blows up and leads to us actually creating the bomb you're trying to stop from being... that was in the field to. That was your chance to stop things. Because, shit, Felicity isn't going to do it. Because she goddamn sucks. Kayla is the goddamn best of you and she, in all seriousness, suggested holding a cage match of potential suitors so she could weed out weak seed. She showed me a location she had picked out for the bloody octagon. That is the best you have to offer. Remember that. Please. If you remember nothing else of me, remember that. This stupid bloody rant that is likely bouncing off your remarkably thick skull. I am putting in for a bloody transfer. The paperwork will take a week or two, but I am out of here. Part of your team, Wallace? Fuck no.
Hannah, Broken Hero, by Jonathan Wood

You are mistaken, Mr. Darcy, if you suppose that the mode of your declaration affected me in any other way, than as it spared me the concern which I might have felt in refusing you, had you behaved in a more gentlemanlike manner. You could not have made the offer of your hand in any possible way that would have tempted me to accept it. From the very beginning—from the first moment, I may almost say—of my acquaintance with you, your manners, impressing me with the fullest belief of your arrogance, your conceit, and your selfish disdain of the feelings of others, were such as to form the groundwork of disapprobation on which succeeding events have built so immovable a dislike; and I had not known you a month before I felt that you were the last man in the world whom I could ever be prevailed on to marry.
Elizabeth Bennet to Mr. Darcy, Pride and Prejudice

Scrappy, foolish wolf. You are clearly one of the biggest wolves, but you've never been one of the smartest. You wear your scars on your face like a badge of honor, but all they show is that you lead solely by fear. The only way you could win the leadership of a pack was by being the most savage among your fellows. Even as alpha, you are so insecure that you must challenge me - a beast a hundred times your size - just to save face in front of your pack. I don't have to know you to know you, little wolf. Your history is written all over your snout. Now get out of my way so I can destroy this building. Or I'll just walk over you to get to it. Your choice.
The Mountain, The Last Dogs: Dark Waters

You were right, I do think I am better than you. Only a weakling and a coward fights as you do, Konrad. Our father was right to ignore your mewling and discard you. I suspect it sickened him. Only you know true terror, isn't that right, brother? So weak, so pathetic. Nostramo didn't make you the worthless wretch you are, brother. You were languishing in the gutter with the rest of those deviants the moment our father erred in creating you. It was inevitable that one of us would be flawed, so rotten with human failing that he cannot bear his own presence or the presence of others. You can't help it, can you? To measure yourself against each of us. How many times have you found yourself wanting after such observation? When was it you realised that blaming your upbringing or your brothers no longer rang true? When did you turn the mirror and see the worthless parody you had become? No one fears you, Konrad. A different name won't change who you really are. I'll let you in on a secret... we pity you. All of us. We tolerate you because you are our brother. But none of us are afraid of you. For what is there to fear but a petulant child raging at the dark?

Vulkan to Konrad Curze, Horus Heresy

Daddy it's me, help mommy, her wrists are bleeding,
But baby we're in Sweden, how did you get to Sweden?
I followed you daddy, you told me that you weren't leavin'
You lied to me Dad, and now you make mommy sad
And I bought you this coin, it says 'Number One Dad'.
That's all I wanted, I just want to give you this coin.
I get the point — fine, me and mommy are gone.
But baby wait- It's too late dad, you made the choice
Now go up there and show 'em that you love 'em more than us.
That's what they want, they want you Marshall, they keep screamin' your name
It's no wonder you can't go to sleep, just take another pill
Yeah, I bet you you will. You rap about it, yeah, word, k-keep it real
Eminem, When I'm Gone

Look at what the fuck you done got into
I see you found your niche, you just a bitch with a menstrual
Claimin' you a murderer and you spelled it wrong
You put E before the D cause that's all you on
You on Pac's dick, you a replica guy
If he was still alive you would never get by
All you do is cry, bitch keep it real
Life is more than imitatin' niggas and eatin' pills
And what kind of motherfucker ruins three deals
That another nigga got you, they didn't see skills
Swifty McVae, on Ja Rule, Doe Rae Me (Hailie's Revenge)

And since your history of silence
Won't do you any good-
Did you think it would?-
Let your words be anything but empty
Why don't you tell them the truth?
Sara Bareilles, Brave

Death on two legs, you're tearing me apart
Death on two legs, you never had a heart of your own
Killjoy, bad guy
Big talking, small fry
You're just an old barrow-boy
Have you found a new toy to replace me? Can you face me?
But now you can kiss my ass goodbye!
Feel good, are you satisfied?
Do you feel like suicide? (I think you should)
Is your conscience alright? Does it plague you at night?
Do you feel good? (Feel good?)
Queen, Death on Two Legs

Your words are empty hollow bleatings of a mental crutch
They're open festered indigestion with a velvet touch
An ether-eating Eskimo would gag upon your sight
Convulsed into oblivion from laughter or from fright
A coma with a sweet aroma is your only dream
Malignant with the misconception that a grunt can gleam
Your lichen-covered corpuscles are filthy to my fist
Infection is your finest flower, mildewed in the mist
The Residents, Blue Rosebuds

Drug dealin' aside, ghostwritin' aside
Let's have a heart-to-heart about your pride
Even though you're multi, I see that your soul don't look alive
The M's count different when Baby divides the pie, wait, let's examine why
Your music for the past few years been angry and full of lies
I'll start it at the home front—"I'm on One"
Dennis Graham stay off the 'Gram, bitch, I'm on one
You mention wedding ring like it's a bad thing
Your father walked away at five—hell of a dad thing
Marriage is somethin' that Sandi never had, Drake
How you a winner but she keep comin' in last place?
Monkey-suit Dennis, you parade him
A Steve Harvey-suit nigga made him
Confused, always felt you weren't Black enough
Afraid to grow it 'cause your 'fro wouldn't nap enough
Since you name-dropped my fiancée
Let 'em know who you chose as your Beyoncé
Sophie knows better as your baby mother
Cleaned her up for IG, but the stench is on her
A baby's involved, it's deeper than rap
We talkin' character, let me keep with the facts
You are hiding a child, let that boy come home
Deadbeat motherfucker playin' border patrol, ooh
Pusha T, The Story of Adidon

Goddamn, I'm glad y'all set it off
Used to be hard, now you're just wet and soft
First you was down with the AK
And now I see you on a video with Michel'le
Looking like straight Bozos
I saw it coming, that's why I went solo
And kept on stompin'
While y'all mothafuckers moved straight outta Compton
Living with the whites
One big house and not another nigga in sight
I started off with too much cargo
Dropped four niggas now I'm making all the dough
White man just rulin'
The Niggas With Attitudes? Who ya foolin'?
Y'all niggas just phony
I put that on my Mama and my dead homies
Yella Boy's on your team, so you're losing
Ay yo Dre, stick to producing!
Calling me Arnold, but you been-a-dick
Eazy-E saw your ass and went in it quick
You got jealous when I got my own company
But I'm a man, and ain't nobody humping me
Trying to sound like Amerikkka's Most?
You could yell all day, but you don't come close
'Cause you know I'm the one that flowed
Ya done run 100 miles, but you still got one to go with the L-E-N-C-H M-O-B
And y'all disgrace the C-P-T
'Cause you're getting fucked out your green by a white boy, with no vaseline!
Ice Cube, No Vaseline (and that's just the first verse)

I can smell a bitch nigga a mile away
Type of nigga so bitch, he should put "bitch-made" on his license plate
From that real shit you bitch niggas play hide and seek
Me and bitch niggas, we don't conversate
Bitch niggas love saying real niggas tryna hate
But nah, nigga, I’m a real nigga, I had to bag up weight
You got fear in your heart so you cooperate
I can't stand how bitch niggas operate!
You's a bitch, your mama know you a bitch
Your girl even know you a bitch
I don’t know how she suck your dick, pause!
You got caught with some shit
With your best friend and your clique
Y'all got caught hittin' a lick
Everybody went down 'cause you snitched!
Whoever raised you ain't do a good job at that
Whoever raised you need to get slapped
Karma is a bitch and she gon' get you, nigga, just like that
'Cause once a bitch, nigga, always a bitch, facts!
YG to 6ix9ine, Stop Snitchin

Alright, mister, what do you think you're doing? You call this a room?! This is a pig stye! (starts tossing things about the room) I want you to straighten up this area NOW! YOU ARE A DISGUSTING SLOB! STAND UP STRAIGHT! TUCK IN THAT SHIRT! ADJUST THAT BELT BUCKLE! TIE THOSE SHOES!(picks up a poster) Twisted Sister?! What is that?! ...wipe that smile off your face! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?! What is that?! A Twisted Sister PIN?! ON YOUR UNIFORM?! What kind of a man are you?! You're worthless and weak! You do nothing! You are nothing! You sit in her all day and play that sick, repulsive, electric twanger! I CARRIED AN M-16, and you! You carry that...that...that...GUITAR! WHO ARE YOU?! WHERE DO YOU COME FROM?! ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME?! WHAT DO YOU WANNA DO WITH YOUR LIFE?!
I wanna rock!
Twisted Sister, We're Not Gonna Take It music video

So what are you waiting for?
You got what you asked for
Did it fix what was wrong with you?
Are you less than?
Go and look what you gone done
Welcome oblivion
Did it fix what was wrong with you?
Are you less than?
Nine Inch Nails, Less Than

Well now I've got some bad advice for you, little buddy.
Before you point the finger you should know that I'm the man,
And if I'm the man, then you're the man, and he's the man as well
So you can point that fuckin' finger up your ass!!
All you know about me is what I've sold you, dumb fuck.
I sold out long before you'd ever even heard my name.
I sold my soul to make a record, dipshit, then you bought one.
tool, Hooker With A Penis, to a hypothetical fan who accused the band of "selling out"

So could you
Tell me how you're sleeping easy
How you're only thinking of yourself
Show me how you justify
Telling all your lies like second nature
Listen, mark my words, one day
You will pay, you will pay
Karma's gonna come collect your debt
Set It Off, Wolf in Sheep's Clothing

Lovelace (to Kepler): Fuck you. I'm not scared of you. I'm not intimidated by you. You know the only thing I feel when I look at you? Pity.
Eiffel: Captain, this really isn't the time-
Lovelace: You are so goddamn PATHETIC! You know why?! Because you talk, and talk, and talk about everything that you're doing for humanity-
Eiffel: Captain, you should really-
Lovelace: And you haven't even realized! Well, guess what? You're not human. You lost- no, you... you SOLD every piece of your humanity!
Kepler: You're hilarious. On a multitude of levels.
Lovelace: And that's just one more thing that I have... and you don't.
Eiffel: Captain, NO! Don't do-
Lovelace: You're not even funny. You're just... Hmph. Nothing.
Kepler: Well, that's a very nice speech, Captain. You know what I see when I look at you? I s-
(Lovelace spits at him)
Lovelace: Frankly, Colonel? I don't give a damn.

    Professional Wrestling 
Dude Love: Mr. McMahon, I realize that I let you down. And due to what Stone Cold Steve Austin did to my face last night, the Dude is going to be out of action for awhile. But I would like to think based upon that tremendous match we had last night that when I come back the Dude will be right back as the No. 1 contender [for the WWF World Championship, held by Austin]. So I apologize for letting you down, and I'm going to come back at 100 percent.
McMahon: You want me to accept your apology. You want me to accept an apology from someone who is a miserable failure as a superstar and a miserable failure as a human being as well? You want me to accept your apology. (pause) Well then, let's begin by you getting down on your knees. (points at the mat)
Dude Love: You are kidding? This is a joke?
McMahon: You're the joke. GET DOWN ON YOUR KNEES!
Dude Love: I think we've got ourselves a problem, Vince. See, I came out here to apologize but I want you to understand my kids are at home watching this show, and I will not allow you to embarrass me on national television.
McMahon: You don't have to worry about that because you're already an embarrassment to me, an embarrassment to fans all over the world, you're an embarrassment to yourself, and I daresay you're also an embarrassment to your very own family. GET ON YOUR KNEES!
Dude Love: You call me a failure? I think what you failed to do is realize just how tough an SOB Stone Cold really was.
McMahon: No, you've got it wrong. Y'see, I didn't underestimate Stone Cold Steve Austin's abilities. I just overestimated yours, Dude.
Dude Love: I've got a little confession to make. And that is, when I took that steel chair last night [at Over the Edge], and wrapped it around your skull, deep inside it felt pretty damn good!
McMahon: Why don't you do it again? Why don't you do it right now. (points) There's the chair. C'mon, c'mon, make my day, Dude!
(Dude Love picks up the chair and circles the ring, threatening to hit McMahon as he continues taunting.)
McMahon: C'mon! C'MON!!!! HIT ME WITH THE CHAIR!!! C'MON, BLAST ME!!! But just think about that college education, that college fund you've got for your kids, poof, going right up in the air! C'mon Dude, c'mon, hit me! What about that new house you just moved in to?! Huh? C'mon, what about it? You know, the one with the 20-year mortgage? (gets in Foley's face) TWENTY YEARS!! C'mon, hit me! Hit me with the chair! What about that little fund you've got set aside for your parents? You know the one — you'll go through that in no time at all. C'mon, Dude. C'mon Dude, hit me. Dude. C'mon. Have some guts for once in your life. (Shouting now, spit coming from his mouth) C'MON, HIT ME WITH THE BLOODY CHAIR!! C'MON!!
(Dude, speechless and in a sullen state of shock, sits down on the chair, nearly in tears as the crowd is booing McMahon loudly.)
McMahon: Let me tell you something! The only reason I haven't fired Stone Cold Steve Austin is because he makes me richer! Y'know what you make me, Dude? All you do is make me sick! So I tell you what... your services here in the World Wrestling Federation are no longer required.
Monday Night RAW, 1 June 1998

Two things happened last night; the world found out the Rock never lost it, he's just as good as he ever was, and now all eyes are focused on April 1 in Miami for Wrestlemania!... And two; nobody cares about you guys! AT! ALL! I mean after all this you try so hard to convince people that you're a legitimate threat. Everybody should be afraid of the Awesome Truth? You wanna know what's awesome? (To R-Truth) He thinks you're a wacked-out nut job who never had any talent in the first place who's just riding his coat tails. (To The Miz) And you want to know what the truth is? The truth is he thinks you're a pompous, arrogant, attention stealing D-Lister whose greatest accomplishment was being a skinny loud mouth on a crappy reality show. But don't boo me, you should be booing yourselves.
John Cena, WWE Raw, November 21, 2011.

Do you want to know what I see when I look in that ring? Honestly? A bunch of cheap, interchangeable, expendable, useless women. Women who have turned to reality television, because they just weren’t gifted enough to be actresses. And they just weren’t talented enough to be champion. I have done more in one year than all of you have done in your entire collective careers. I have saved your Divas division, I have shattered glass ceilings, I have broken down doors. Why? So a bunch of ungrateful, stiff, plastic mannequins can waltz on through without even as much as a ‘thank you’?! You guys can’t even go backstage, and shake my hand and look me in the eye because you know that I worked my entire life to get here. I gave my life to this, and you were just handed fifteen minutes of fame. I didn’t get here because I was cute, or because I came from some famous wrestling family, or because I sucked... up to the right people. I got here because I am good. I earned this championship. No matter how many red carpets you guys want to walk, in your four-thousand-dollar ridiculous heels, you will never be able to lace up my Chuck Taylor's. You are all worthless excuses for women, and you will never be able to touch me. And that is reality. (drops the microphone, skips around in a circle, blows the Divas a kiss and casually walks out)''
AJ Lee, WWE Raw, August 26, 2013

Would you just shut up?! Honestly, these people are tired of you, you sound ridiculous — I turn dreams into nightmares! — where the hell did you get that one, a fortune cookie? The only dream you have ever turned into a nightmare is Triple H's, because ten years ago he chose you, to teach you how to be a success in the WWE. And what did you do about it? YOU NEVER LIVED UP TO YOUR POTENTIAL! EVER!

No no no no no, I don't fault him; he chose you because he saw what we all saw: you are the most gifted WWE Superstar ever. You make every single thing in this ring look easy. But with that you got cocky, and you got a bad attitude to boot, and then you got lazy. You were the YOUNGEST WWE Champion in history! This man gave you Hall-of-Fame mentors to learn from, and what did you do? Kicked back, relaxed, and letsome scrappy kid in a t-shirt and a ball cap ruin his dream! I AM NOT YOU, Randy Orton! I am John Cena! I have never been asked to be called the face of ANYTHING! I'm just the first to show up, and the last to leave. And that's the way it is, Jack.

But you sit over there steaming mad, thinking you should be given opportunity because of your family legacy, thinking you should be given opportunity because of your talent. Why don't you think in one hand and crap in the other, see which one fills up first?
John Cena to Randy Orton, Monday Night RAW, 02 December 2013

Cena: It's funny... I couldn't help but noticed you used the word "work." Little example for one second... [pulls Daniel Bryan to the center of the ring to a massive home state pop] Tell these people your name, please.
Daniel Bryan: My name is Daniel Bryan.
Cena: We'll get to know you a little more. Has your mother or father ever been a WWE Superstar or champion, at all?
Bryan: No, my father is a long-scaler actually.
Cena: So... since you've been here, you've had to work for everything you've got?
Bryan: YES. [crowd goes into massive "YES" chant]
Cena: You hear that? The reason they cheer for him is because he works and he earns it. A guy like you has been given every! single! thing in the WWE! I'm about to hit you in the face with some truth. Ever since you came to the WWE training center, you were untouchable, you were bullet-proof, you couldn't be fired. Nobody could touch Randy Orton because THEY liked you. And then you get to the WWE and what happens? You get sheltered behind the best performer in the business. Nothing's changed, Randy. All you do is hide behind Triple H. All you do is hide behind Stephanie McMahon. And you got the balls to stand in this ring and say you're better than anybody here?! You say you're bigger than all of this?

You have always blamed everyone else for your failures, you've pointed fingers and you've made excuses. You've had behavior problems in the ring, you've had behavior problems outside the ring, and the sad thing is, the TLC match this Sunday is the biggest in WWE history. That is why everybody is here tonight; this changes the very course of the WWE. But you want these championships because you're selfish, because you feel you deserve it, and maybe, just maybe, if you hold onto this, you can finally walk around with the rest of the superstars and say "Hey guys, look. I'm finally what I was supposed to be 10 years ago."

Every single time I have held either of these championships, my business card has remained the same: "You want some, come get some." And here's the real truth: Whether these guys in the ring like me or not, they respect me because they know it. Whether it's Triple H or it's Shawn Michaels in a WrestleMania match, whether it's Booker T... hell, nobody wanted to give Dolph Ziggler a chance, what did I do? I said "Let's fight." Everybody said it was a bad idea to give CM Punk a championship match when he was going to leave the WWE! All I saw was "The Best in the World." Hell, the only legitimate championship shot that Daniel Bryan's ever had was against ME! AND HE WON!

[To Daniel Bryan] So I'll say it right here in front of your home town. If I win this Sunday, I look forward to the rematch. A FAIR rematch. (Cena and Bryan shake hands)

You see, that's what being a champion is all about, a certain level of respect, and last week I wasn't going to take you out. I just wanted to make a statement. That when the chips are down, I can be just as brutal as you. So write now, I'm gonna make one more statement because I know exactly what this [the heavyweight championship belt] means. (holds out his hand to Orton) This Sunday will be physical. And it will be brutal. And I will be at my very best. I just hope you are too, because after this Sunday, the last thing anyone is going to want to deal with... is just another Randy Orton excuse. Good luck on Sunday. You're gonna need it.
John Cena to Randy Orton, The Slammy Awards, 09 December 2013

You're doing this out of spite! You're doing this because I left my hand print on your FACE, and you're taking it out on my sister! What kind of human being are you, huh?! I'll tell you what you are: you are a vindictive bitch!
Brie Bella to Stephanie McMahon, WWE Raw, July 21st, 2014

Nothing stops me! And before you cut me off: Raven, the reason I hate you, the reason, in my heart of hearts why I hate you, is because I didn't know any better when I was a little kid. When my dad came home smelling like beer, I thought it was a hard day's work he was doing! I didn't realize he was out at the bar, I didn't realize "work" meant "unemployment office". I didn't think it was strange for someone to come home from work and have to take an old style up into the shower while he was in the shower, I didn't think it was strange for someone to pass out! I thought an old style, a pack a day was the norm! Raven, my father is exactly! Like! you! And since day one in Ring of Honor, where fighting spirit is supposed to be revered, things aren't supposed to be this way! I'd shake your hand like a normal man, but see, the truth is I don't respect you! I hate you! I hate you for everything you've pissed away, everything I've scraped and I've clawed for, that I haven't even earned yet, that you got handed to you, and you flushed down a toilet! For what? For pills? For booze? For alcohol? For women? I am born of your poison society, so on the 17th of July, I will become a monster to fight the monsters of the world, and your time in Ring of Honor will be done! And that is a promise! Because this is true! This is real! THIS... IS... STRAIGHT EDGE!!!!
CM Punk, Ring of Honor: Wrestlerave

Now far be it from me to think I owe any of you people any kind of an explanation as to why I did what I did, but I just can't resist. See, what kind of an evil genius would I be if I didn't extol to you my master plan? The only difference being, my master plan has already come to fruition. I have, in my hands, what I set out to get, so I'll explain to you now exactly why it is I did what I did. See, if I may, I would like to tell you a story, and I know the last time I told you a story, some of you were a little heartbroken. But I assure you, this story ends a little differently.

You see, about a year and a half ago, I was still working for a company called Total Nonstop Action. Me and a couple of buddies of mine were told that we could no longer wrestle for Ring Of Honor, so what we did, and I'll name names: myself, Jerry Lynn, The Phenomenal AJ Styles, and "The Fallen Angel" Christopher Daniels, all decided to have a little bit of a meeting late Wednesday night in Nashville, Tennessee. And I sat there and I ate my food, I looked across the table at AJ Styles, who was the NWA World Champion at the time, a belt which, by the way, is nothing compared to the belt I hold in my hands right here. And I watched as AJ could barely eat his food, he certainly couldn't look me in the eye, because what we all agreed was if we stuck together, we could work for Ring Of Honor, we could work for whoever we wanted. I faxed a copy of my contract to the TNA offices and highlighted the part that said I could wrestle for whoever I wanted as long as their name was not Vincent K. McMahon or they were running a pay-per-view. I explained myself to AJ Styles and Christopher Daniels. I said, "AJ, you hold the belt, you hold the power, you can do things, they have to listen to what you say." They looked me in the eye and they said, "We're with you, Punk, we're gonna stick together."

But I being done with them, I knew that was the nail in my coffin, so I made my decision, and I stayed here and I stuck with Ring of Honor, and I like to think that I built this place. And I know for a fact that there would not be a Ring of Honor for Christopher Daniels or AJ Styles to come crawling back to if it wasn't for me! Who do you think built this company? (Crowd chants "Joe!") Oh, Samoa Joe? Is that what you think? Do you think Samoa Joe was in the ring every day, training kids, eating, sleeping, breathing Ring of Honor like I was? No, he wasn't! And Chris Daniels, and AJ Styles, and even Low Ki turned their back on this company, and I stood tall, and I stayed here, and what did I get for it, huh? You people shit all over me! Because it was always "When's AJ coming back? Oh, Low Ki throws nice kicks! Oh, Chris Daniels is so great!" and the whole time, CM Punk, much like Atlas, had this entire world up on his shoulders, lifting it up, building up the young guys, showing the way, teaching them, and making sure you losers have a place to come hang out every Friday and Saturday night!

Everybody else turned their back on this company except for me, and you turn your back on me! I wasn't qualified to run the school, I'm sloppy, I'm this, I'm that, but the fact is, I was the backbone of this company, and now, I am the champion, and I hold the most important belt in the world, and there's nothing any of you people can do about it!

So now, fast forward about a year, and I get an offer from another company. I've got an offer from the WWE. And what do I hear? I hear "Please don't go! Please don't go!" Let me hear it now! Where are you now, huh? (Crowd chants "You sold out!") All you people can chant all you want! All your voices combined still isn't louder than mine! So I take this offer from the WWE. You people doubt that I actually signed a contract? I have to listen to you people doubt my ability in the ring, when I gave you the five-star, greatest technical match Ring of Honor has ever seen? When I gave you the bloodiest street fights that Ring of Honor's ever seen? People, you didn't realize it, you were in the midst of the greatest professional wrestler walking the world today, and he's in this ring right now! So I will, once again, prove the doubters wrong! You people doubt that I signed a contract with the WWE? Well, you're right! I haven't signed my contract! [Takes the contract out of his pocket] You see this? This is my key to freedom. This means I don't have to see any of you people any more. I've already proved that I'm better than you. But what I'd like to do right now is sign my contract, to once again prove you all wrong. Bobby Cruise, if you could hold the belt, please, I want to sign the contract right on top of it.
CM Punk, Ring of Honor: Sign of Dishonor

    Tabletop Games 
Konrad Curze: There was no other way.
Sevatar: No? What other ways did you try?
Curze: Sevatar…
Sevatar: Answer me, father. What politics of peace did you teach? What scientific and social illumination did you bring to this society? In your quest for a human utopia, what other ways did you try beyond eating the flesh of stray dogs and skinning people alive?
Curze: It. Was. The. Only. Way.
Sevatar: The only way to do what? The only way to bring a population to heel? How then did the other primarchs manage it? How has world upon world managed it, without resorting to butchering children and broadcasting their screams across the planetary vox-net?
Curze: Their world were never as… as serene as mine was.
Sevatar: And the serenity of yours died the second your back was turned. So tell me again how you succeeded. Tell me again how this all worked perfectly.
Curze: You overstep your bounds, First Captain.
Sevatar: How can you lie to me like this? How can you lie to yourself? I stand here, inside your mind, witnessing a theater of your own memories. Your way is the Eighth Legion way, now. But it has never been the only way. Just the easiest way.

Your presence does not surprise me, Assassin. I have known of you ever since your craft entered the Eastern Fringes. Why did I not have you killed? Because your mission and the act you are about to commit proves the truth of all I have ever said or done. I merely punished those who had wronged, just as your False Emperor now seeks to punish me. Death is nothing compared to vindication.
Konrad Curze, Warhammer 40,000

Why do I still live? What more do you want from me? I gave everything I had to you, to them. Look what they have made of our dream. This bloated, rotten carcass of an empire is driven not by reason and hope, but by fear, hate and ignorance. Better that we had all burned in the fire of Horus' ambition than lived to see this.
Roboute Guilliman to The God-Emperor of Mankind, Warhammer 40,000

    Visual Novels 
Your ideal is borrowed. You are only imitating what Kiritsugu wanted, what Kiritsugu thought was right. A superhero? Don't make me laugh. Over and over you said you wished to help people, but that's not even your wish. It's conceited to think you could help anyone! That's right! You admired his desire to save people because it was beautiful! But none of that feeling was your own! What else can you call that but hypocrisy!? Driven by your need to help someone, you don't notice how wrong you are! But it's all fake. You can't save anything. You don't even know what you wanted to save in the first place! That ideal is a failure. It's all fantasy. If you can only live holding on to that, drown in your ideals.
-— Archer to Shirou, Fate/Unlimited Blade Works

They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions, but not yours! You never had good intentions, only lies to protect yourself with while blaming another. You, professor, are the embodiment of the dark age of the law!

    Web Comics 
Mike: Face it... your dumb rebound... doesn't even LOVE you. Nobody does. Why would they? You're a parasite.
Lucy: Don't leave...
Mike: Why, so nobody else does?!
Lucy: No, I...
Mike: You are so damn selfish and transparent.. Clinging to me like I'm the only one who cares about you. Pushing everyone else away, because you think they're only nice to you for your looks. Well, maybe you were right. Nobody would love you for who you are.

Waluigi: Hey, iz the President of the United States of You Suck on the phone. He sent you a secret message for you, man. But I decode for you though. It says You suck.
Luigi: Oh, that tears it! I suck? I SUCK!?! Look who's talking, you freak! How many games have you been in, huh? Mario Tennis? Yeah, real winner there. And what? Did you wake up one morning and think "I'm sick of playing with myself. I should do something with my life. I know! I'll dress up like a crappy evil clone of a second-string video game character." Yeah, way to aim high, pal. I may have low self-esteem, but I think you are the only person who actually sucks more than I do. So you can take your secret message and SHOVE IT WHERE THE WARP PIPES DON'T GO!!

How DARE you. Messing with him like that when he's so drunk he can't even stand? What the hell is wrong with you? I was worried Largo was gonna do something stupid and YOU might get hurt. But what do I find? You pawing him up and playing some kind of sick, trampy mind game on him? Do you have any idea what he's been through today? Do you even know why he tried to drink himself senseless? Do you even care? I didn't think so.
Piro to Tohya, MegaTokyo

No, no, I think I have something to say to Captain Wallow-Pants here. Do you have any idea how bloody useless we were while you were taking your dirt nap? The redhead can't lead anyone out of a wet paper bag, and I almost vomited myself to death because you weren't there to keep me from doing something stupid. And the other half was just as bad, from what I hear. Elan couldn't see past some lame subplot, Durkon sat on his thumbs, and I think the elf almost went nuts. So you're gonna pussy out now and sound the alarm? Sure, whatever. I mean, that bell got rung when a billion hobgoblins jumped up and down on Hinjo's face. I don't hear the cavalry yet. The get-the-hell-out-of-here plan, though, I can get behind. Try to lay low. Bet you can hide on your ditzy girlfriend's cloud. Bring your sister, too. And hey, maybe some other hero will pop out of nowhere to stop this Snarl thing at the last minute. Who knows, it would probably make a better story than this one. Of course, it would mean that your best friend got horribly killed for absolutely no damn reason at all. Me, I'm a heartless little bastard. I can shrug that kind of thing off. But you seem like maybe that might bother you somewhere down the road.
Belkar to Roy, The Order of the Stick 881

Oh, I'm sorry, did you have an evil magic spirit in your head controlling your actions then, too? That's you. You said those words. You can hang there and pretend you're so much nobler than I am — but for one exact moment? You felt exactly what I feel. You are who you are on your very worst day, Durkon. Anything less is a comforting lie you tell yourself to numb the pain. And that's who I am. Your worst day, personified. Hel may have created me, but she shaped me to fit perfectly in the hole in your heart.
High Priest of Hel, The Order of the Stick 1007

I don't know much about you. After all, what's there to know? You're Robin's hanger-on. It's the ONLY interesting thing about you. But you can't have her, so you throw yourself at me recklessly. No regard for your own life. Because you don't have one. And the only possible reasons I can imagine as to why I'm allowed to beat you so mercilessly is that either the Drama Tag is close enough to being pulled that its rules scarcely apply, or that this universe agrees with me that your life is a joke.
Head Alien II, Shortpacked!

Have you ever even had friends, Mike? Is there honestly anyone you could turn to if you needed them? I bet you can't name a one! And don't hand me that any shit about your life being hard or other excuses! People don't like them because of how you treat them. They treat you poorly because they're giving back what you give them.
Peejee, Something*Positive

You literally made Adolf Hitler get off his dick throne in the midst of the flames of hell, walk into the bathroom, and sob quietly in the corner of a shower. He held a bottle of cheap whiskey in his shaking hand, no longer secure in his position as world's least likable human being.
Underbite Troll, Tails Gets Trolled

You thick-headed mongrel!!! Look at the state of her! Don't you get it? You're forcing her to become something she's not, and now she's paid the price for it! Every day since she was left to us, you pushed her to limits that were way beyond her! Taught her skills she would never master, and gave her a sense of bravado that almost got her killed! What do you say to that, big brother? Daddy's golden boy, son of Gaius the great! Still think the world exists just for you to live in it? But you were never taught to think about that, were you? All you did was allow yourself to be beaten into the ground again and again, hoping that you'd become stronger than the monster that was telling you it was for your own good. [...] You are every bit the monster our father made you out to be, so monstrous you would do to a child what was once done to you.
Vagus to Mycaelis, Tales of Elysium

Minrah: You're putting a bunch of imaginary goblins in the future ahead of the ones alive right now! Aren't you their leader?? They follow you!
Minrah: You're just a... a big phony, talking about stuff like equality and justice to make yourself feel better about shoving them off a cliff!
Minrah: I don't think you really care about them— you just feel bad about not caring!!
Minrah to Redcloak, The Order of the Stick

You get scolded, feel swear to keep blood off your hands and good in your heart. You fall for a taunt, get it's no mercy, good's worth a sacrifice. You're bitter, you let a petty grudge keep you from aid and an old ally. You're prideful, you enshrine shallow reason, ignore warnings and consequences, unleash our darkest secret on two children- They'll ask questions, Richard! You're SCARED, you cling to SAFE SOLUTIONS, knock on locked doors you should be KICKING DOWN! You're LONELY, you start a SCHOOL CLUB, you start a FAKE LIFE in a DOOMED TOWN! I was TOO LENIENT. Your emotions don't DISTRACT you. They RULE you, pull you EVERY DIRECTION but FORWARD. You're the same trembling, terrified boy I fished out of the lake thirteen years ago, THAT'S your PROBLEM!! [beat] ...Prove me wrong.
Lucifer to Richard Spender, Paranatural

Mario: Mama Mia….. Alright look, Bowser, this is getting ridiculous. You got your jollies for the evening, but now I think it’s best we just end this here with you giving us back our mother, so we can be on our way, and just forget this whole thing ever happened. For both our sakes. I’m annoyed enough as it is already…..
Louise: SILENZIO MARIO! You’re annoyed? Well, what about me?! I’m stuck up here against my will! I’m tired, and on top of that, I have to hear that high pitched voice of yours… It gives me such a headache, my lord… Now that’s annoying! Everything is always about you - It’s-a-me! Me! Me! You haven’t changed one bit! It’s been the same thing since you were a child, especially when it came to you and your brother. You always needed that attention on you at all times… It’s so sad. Grow up!
Mario: Geez, ma… I’m sorry…
Luigi: Oof!...
Louise: And Luigi…
Luigi: Eep!
Louise: You’re just as pathetic as your brother. The only difference though? He’s got charisma. You were right earlier… Nobody bothers with you. Nobody is interested in the sidekick. I’ll be honest, I’m actually surprised Daisy lasted this long with you and your whiny tone. Even as your mother there’s a limit of how much I can take. Still, despite your shortcomings, I was there for you and your brother… And you know what? You don’t care. After all these years of showing love and affection for you two I get treated like some evil woman… You don’t visit much anymore, not even a phone call. To top if off, you lie, sneak around… and hurt us. Clearly you don’t want me and your father around. But oh now you come here and want to be the heroes? Mah, please! You’re selfish. I’m disappointed in both of you.
(Mario and Luigi sulk)
Marco: Mama Mia… Mario! Luigi! Will you two snap out if it?! This is some kind of trick! That’s not her, you know your mother wouldn’t say those things to you!
Louise: Marco please, you don’t know what you’re talking about. Go back on the couch.
Marco: Okay, now that’s something she’d say...

    Real Life 
Never in their wildest dreams could elites have imagined they would have a shill like you. They though[t] they'd have to pay for people like you. Here you are, on your own time, fighting for corporate interests, against the literal survival of your own species. Because you fell down a YouTube hole. Because you grew up in a stone cold stupid post colonial society that encouraged your delusions of superiority. When you eventually burst into flames, or are torn to pieces by dogs in an abandoned Asda, you can take comfort in the fact that at least you redefined the word moron, just when we thought we'd seen it all.

Dear Mr. Horton,
We couldn't help notice that your Twitter team described to provide adequate service as 'Poundland' cooking chocolate.
Aside from the breach of our trademark, we think you're taking the chocolate biscuit.
In the past week, on the introduction of the new timetables your rail company has
1. Cancelled hundreds of services
2. Blamed a dog on the line for delays and
3. Secretly cancelled services rather than have to announce they're cancelled
Frankly you have no right to use our name to describe poor service. We served 8 million shoppers last week and didn't have to close any store due to leaves on the roof, the wrong kind of rain, or a shortage of managers.
In fact, our Welshpool store flooded and our store colleagues stood at the entrance to help customers get their shopping, so we stayed open.
We think we have a pretty good idea about what great customer service is compared to most rail companies.
But if we ever fall short, perhaps we'll describe ourselves as a bit Thames Link.
If you don't want to hear from our extremely twitchy legal team, we suggest you remove your tweet.
Austin Cooke, retail director of Poundland to Thames Link

You cheated not only the game, but yourself.
You didn't grow.
You didn't improve.
You took a shortcut and gained nothing.
You experienced a hollow victory.
Nothing was risked and nothing was gained.
It's sad that you don't know the difference.
A memetic Twitter response to completing Sekiro: Shadows Die Twice with cheats, linked here

First off... you were the cause of the arguments. No matter what you fuckin' think... your dad hit your mom 'cause of you! Alright? It's all your fault! Your dad, right? He was fuckin' your mom in the ass, right? And one little sperm just happened to drip down in... and that's why you were born, you fuck! You ruin everything!
Ray Narvaez Jr.

The North can make a steam engine, locomotive, or railway car; hardly a yard of cloth or pair of shoes can you make. You are rushing into war with one of the most powerful, ingeniously mechanical, and determined people on Earth — right at your doors. You are bound to fail. Only in your spirit and determination are you prepared for war. In all else you are totally unprepared, with a bad cause to start with. At first you will make headway, but as your limited resources begin to fail, shut out from the markets of Europe as you will be, your cause will begin to wane. If your people will but stop and think, they must see in the end that you will surely fail.
William Tecumseh Sherman, telling the South not to go to war with the North before the American Civil War

My dear Madam Kirby. I see that you have favored my most recent message with your particular brand of... wit. While I appreciate the no doubt colossal effort it took to come up with such a comment, I worry that you must have hurt yourself. If your wits are exhausted, who should entertain the spam bots, small children and pets who look to your tweets for guidance? Indeed I fear for your future, should your flagging wits fail you. Fate is fickle, my dear, and you might find yourself replaced in their affections by a cranky cat meme. And who would even notice? A word of advice: for a trader of words you deal in them far too loosely. Better hold onto them less they lose all value. You only cheapen yourself, my dear.
Indira Varma having fun playing Madame de Fer replying to trolls online.

Apple roared into the TV game with The Morning Show, a superb drama about the importance of dignity and doing the right thing, made by a company that runs sweatshops in China. Well, you say you're woke but the companies you work for in China — unbelievable. Apple, Amazon, Disney. If ISIS started a streaming service you'd call your agent, wouldn't you? So if you do win an award tonight, don't use it as a platform to make a political speech. You're in no position to lecture the public about anything. You know nothing about the real world. Most of you spent less time in school than Greta Thunberg. So if you win, come up, accept your little award, thank your agent, and your God and fuck off, OK? It's already three hours long.
Ricky Gervais to most of Hollywood in his opening monologue at the 77th Golden Globe Awards

What is clear is that a crisis of this magnitude ends up revealing a lot about who you are as a nation. And not all of what's being revealed is good. This virus is exposing some central vulnerabilities in our medical system, our political system, and our national psyche. Hospitals that have spent years trying to operate at maximum efficiency are now watching that efficiency turn into scarcity. Our decentralized government— which can be good when local leaders are empowered to protect their communities— has also led to states fighting each other and a patchwork quarantine strategy that will almost certainly draw out the agony of this crisis. Meanwhile, we're being forced to confront some of the strangest, darkest implications of our national mindset, in which market worship threatens to become a fucking death cult!
John Oliver, on the US's handling of the Coronavirus, Last Week Tonight with John Oliver

"You can't make me," they say. Do you smoke inside buildings? No. Do you wear a seat belt? Yes. Do you stop at red lights and stop signs? Yes. Why? Because the government makes laws for public safety and because civilized societies show respect and care for fellow human beings even if it is not the law. "You can't make me" is the response a young child having a tantrum makes to their parents who are trying to teach them to be responsible, good, caring people. Citizenship carries both rights and responsibilities. Wear a mask.
Susan Richards, in a newspaper PSA about Coronavirus safety

We were told that when we had a president, we'd see a giant global political figure - the man that would be the political leader for 500 million people. The man that would represent all of us on the world stage. The man whose job was so important that of course you're paid more than President Obama. Well, I'm afraid what we've got was you. And I'm sorry, but after that performance, earlier, that you gave - and I don't want to be rude - but, you know, really, you have the charisma of a damp rag and the appearance of a low-grade bank clerk. And the question that I want to ask - that we're all going to ask is: Who are you? I'd never heard of you; nobody in Europe had ever heard of you. I would like to ask you, president, who voted for you? And what mechanism do the peoples of Europe have to remove you? Is this European democracy? Well, I sense though that you're competent and capable and dangerous, and I have no doubt that it's your intention to be the quiet assassin of European democracy and of the European nation-states. You appear to have a loathing for the very concept of the existence of nation-states - perhaps that's because you come from Belgium, which of course is pretty much a non-country. But since you took over, we've seen Greece reduced to nothing more than a protectorate - Sir, you have no legitimacy in this job, at all, and I can say with confidence, that I can speak on behalf of the majority of the British people in saying: We don't know you, we don't want you and the sooner you're put out to grass, the better.
Nigel Farage to Herman Van Rompuy

That is the President of the United States. That is the most powerful person in the world, and we see him like an obese turtle on his back flailing in the hot sun, realizing his time is over.
Anderson Cooper on Donald Trump's claims of election fraud

We already know that the Secretary of State and the Attorney General have already, uh, tweeted out that your legal arguments are rubbish and you're going to lose when it comes to court, so we're not worried about that at all. I'm also not worried about any of your "oh, things are bad so we can't certify" arguments, because that's just ridiculous; you certified in August when they were worse, less than 50% of the ballots were recountable. Now over 72% are. Uh, 58% of them even balanced, when it was 30% last time, so it's doubled. It's gotten way better, because the Secretary of State actually jumped in and did her job, unlike you. But I know it's not gonna change your opinion. Um, you talked about not certifying Detroit, even though you acknowledged that Livonia - a city, by the way, I know you know is 95% white - had bigger variances than Detroit, which is 80% black. I'm not going to try to change your mind; I just want to let you know that the Trump stink, the stain of racism that you, William Hartmann and Monica Palmer, have just covered yourself in, is going to follow you throughout history. Your grandchildren are going to think of you like Bull Connor or George Wallace. Monica Palmer and William Hartmann will forever be known in southeastern Michigan as two racists who did something so unprecedented that they disenfranchised hundreds of thousands of black voters in the city of Detroit because they were ordered to. Probably, I know, Monica, you think Q told you to do it or some other crazy stuff like that. But just know that when you try to sleep tonight, millions of people around the world know the name Monica Palmer and William Hartmann as two people completely racist, and without an understanding of what integrity means or a shred of human decency. The law isn't on your side, history won't be on your side, your conscience won't be on your side, and Lord knows when you meet your maker, your soul is going to be very, very warm.
Ned Staebler, to two Michigan Board of Canvassers members who refused to certify Wayne County for political reasons


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