Quotes About Confrontation

Driver had the keys bunched in his hand, one braced and protruding between second and third fingers. Stepping directly forward, he punched his fist at alpha dog's windpipe, feeling the key tear through layers of flesh, looking down as he lay gasping for air.

What I found was a moment where the main character has to figuratively look at himself, as in the mirror. He is confronted with a disturbing truth: change or die.

The Democratic convention that took place in Chicago in late August turned out to be such a wild and bloody affair that the first-ballot nomination of Humphrey, by then foreordained, was scarcely noticed.36 Chicago Mayor Richard Daley had long anticipated some sort of confrontation.

It is all but impossible to sit quietly by when someone is throwing salad plates.

Por qué no le preguntó usted como era que se encontraba allí con el? Encendí un cigarro y contesté: - Señora, tenía miedo de que desapareciera de repente

And Philiper Flash, With a horrible slash, Whacked his jugular open and went to smash.

There is exquisite pleasure in subduing an insolent spirit, in making a person pre-determined to dislike, acknowledge one's superiority.

Ms. Bennett, do you know who I am? I am not accustomed to being spoken to in such a manner.

Alas! (exclaimed I) how am I to avoid those evils I shall never be exposed to?

No! Sally said. I didn't want you here in the first place. Why are you here? What do you want from me? Do you want to take my stuff? She snatched the tiara from her head and cradled it against her chest. Is that it? You think you can come here and help yourself to my pre- cious jewels? Get out of here! I can't stand you, Grace. 1 never could. Always whining, whining, whining. Why are you here? What do you want from me? You always

Maybe next time we just open the door and start out with some bitch slapping.

This is war,' I yelled through the door. Lucky for me,' Morelli said. 'I give good war.

Are you afraid of me? Uh... yes.' The smile stayed fixed in place. 'You should be. You locked me in a refrigerator truck with three dead people. Sooner or later I'm going to get you for it.

Yeah. Almost as surprising as when you nailed me with your father's car. In the interest of avoiding confrontation, I felt compelled to explain. I didn't feel obliged to do it convincingly. It was an accident. My foot slipped. That was no accident. You jumped the goddamn curb and followed me down the sidewalk.

You deserved to get run over. And besides, I barely tapped you. The only reason you broke your leg was because you panicked and tripped over your own feet.

You owe me! -Stephanie Why do I owe you? -Joe I caught your no good cousin. -Stephanie Yeah and in the process you burned down a funeral home, and damaged thousands of dollars of government property. -Joe Well if you are going to be picky about it.... -Stephanie

You deserved to get run over. And besides, I barely tapped you. The only reason you broke your leg was because you panicked and tripped over your own feet. You're lucky I didn't sue you. You're lucky I didn't put the car into reverse and back over you three or four times.

I got out of the elevator and confronted Mr. Wexler. "Killing is wrong." "We kill chickens," Mr. Wexler said. "We kill cows. We kill trees. So big deal, we kill some drug dealers." It was hard to argue with that kind of logic because I like cows and chickens and trees much better than drug dealers.

Does your mother know that you're carrying a gun? I'm going to tell her. I'm going to call and tell her right now. She sent me a look of utter disgust and slammed the front door. I was 30-year-old and Mrs Morelli was going to tell my mother on me. Only in the burgh.

DeAngelo blew up my bus, so I filled his car with shit. Genius, right? DeAngelo didn't blow up the bus, Connie said. I just got the report from the fire marshal. The coffeemaker shorted out and started the fire. Some of the color left Vinnie's face. Say what? Oh man, Lula said. DeAngelo is gonna be pissed. Least he won't know who did it. I left a note, Vinnie said. Lula gave a hoot of laughter and fell off her chair.

Yeah, but I want to take a look at your little peashooter. It's kinda cute. It's a gun, Brenda said. Lula pulled her Glock out of her bag and aimed it at Brenda. Bitch, this is a gun. It could put a hole in you big enough to drive a truck through.

My mother was about three feet from Pooka. She threw herself forward, grabbed hold of his shirt, and they both went down to the ground. They rolled around a little and by the time I reached them, my mother was on top, punching Pooka in the face. "She's beating the crap out of him," Lula said. "Way to go, Mrs. P.

Bitch, this is a gun...

He was around the desk in two strides, reaching out for me. I knocked his hand away, grabbed the staple gun, pressed it into his crotch, and bam, bam, bam, bam . . . I stapled his nuts.