Quotes About Confrontation

Excuse me?' she spat, and as Dougie and Celia always pointed out, it didn't matter that Neve never swore because she could make 'Excuse me?' sound like 'Go fuck yourself.

You are bad and mean and I'm going to spit on your cupcakes.

Make the enemy live up to their own book of rules. You can kill them with this, for they can no more obey their own rules than the Christian church can live up to Christianity.

Tony Montana Say hello to my little friend

Tony Montana You think you can take me You need a f***ing army if you gonna take me

I turned and beheld seven rows of plasma screens, each bearing seven vivid scenes, each flickering, each pulsing with a light revealing distant terrors, conflagrations, sufferings - and all thereby brought so close, and all thereby kept far away.

W]hen you find yourself face to face with one [Bondsmage], you bow and scrape and mind your 'sirs' and 'madams.'" ... 'Nice bird, asshole,' said Locke.

I'm not gong to kill you," said Locke I'm going to play a little game I like to call 'Scream in pain until you answer my fucking questions.

We may need to ready ourselves to repel boarders." "With what? One stiletto and hurtful insinuations about their mothers?

The next person who tells me something like, "Squiggle-fuck the rightwise cock-swatter with a starboard jib," is going to get a knife to the throat.

Have you considered extreme, desperate measures like talking to her again?" "Yeah, but, well..." "You've yeah-but your way to this point," said Jean. "You're going to yeah-but this mess until it's time to go home, and I don't doubt you'll yeah-but her out of your life. Quit circling at a distance. Go talk to her, for Preva's sake.

Get serious about telling me where that money is," said Conté, "or I'll kick your ass so hard every piece of shit that falls out of it for the rest of your life will have my gods-damned heel print on it.

I thought you specialised in dishonest finesse?" "I also do a brisk trade in putting knives to peoples' throats and shouting at them," said Locke.

I don't have to fight or run," [Locke] cackled. "I changed the rules of the game. I just have to keep you here...asshole. Here...until...Jean gets back.

it was always impossible to put a price on making your enemy shit their breeches.

We go now," said Locke, "or I leave you here to die. Understanding is a luxury; you don't get to have it. Sorry.

Come, then! Face Ravelle! The gods have sent your doom, motherfuckers!

So, uh, just to be clear," said Calo, "none of us are going to be fighting Jean?" "Not unless you're inconceivably stupid.

Let's start wobbling, shall we? said Locke's knees, but this offer was met by a counterproposal from his better judgement to simply freeze up and do nothing, like a man treading water who sees a tall black fin coming straight at him.

I shall grind your bones to powder," he hollered, transfixing the three Gentlemen Bastards with his gleaming eyes. "And with that dust I'll make cement for paving stones, and for a hundred years to come you'll have no rest beneath the crush of strange wheels and the tramp of strange boots! Drunkards will make their unclean water upon you, and I shall laugh to think of it

I'm ever so sorry,' said Sabetha. If the words THAT WAS A LIE had suddenly sprung up behind her in letters of fire ten feet high, the effect could scarcely have added to her tone of voice.

You know who else thought lightly of them, once? The Falconer.

Wicked sisters,' said Jean, as he let the hatchets fall out of his right robe sleeve and into his hand, 'I'd like you to meet the Wicked Sisters.

Madam, you're complicating our night, so before we come in and complicate yours, kindly cork your bullshit bottle and close the gods-damned window!