Novel & Cerita Funny Quote Woman

I murmur. “Sloane Hartwell, you are not a stupid woman. So explain to me why it is that the stupid people in this world speak louder in your head than those of us who are intelligent and tell you what an amazing woman you are!” she growls. I smile. “Do you remember that movie that Scarlet loves, Pretty Woman?” I ask. “Yeah?” she says, frowning.

"F*ck. We can say it's photoshop if she looks like her in photos, but she looks so much like her in person." "She didn't get plastic surgery, did she?" "A cripple and a plastic. I think it's a good match. They're sickos." She could not resist walking up to them when she heard this. "Who are you calling a cripple? Who are you calling a sicko?" The crowd froze. One of the women, who was bold, said, "They're talking about Mr. Quinton, Mrs. Quinton!" "Don't you think your mouth stinks when Quinton Group pays you, yet you are scolding the heir of Quinton Group?"

She laughed, the sound echoing in the empty room, "I'm glad to see you haven't lost your sense of humor." "Ha. Me? Losing my sense of humor? They can lick my ass crack for all I care. Might just enjoy that shit though." "Okay, that went from funny to gross real quick," she groaned. "Funny, that's exactly what Grace says when it comes to my sense of humor." "You and her seem close," the woman mused, brows knitting together. Creases formed between her eyebrows and on her forehead. It was almost as if she had never seen what friendship looked like before.

She chuckled and then broke into delighted laughter. He grinned. “You get that I’m joking?” “Well, of course you’re joking. Vomity ones.” She laughed again. “Too funny.” “Most people don’t get my jokes. Say they’re inappropriate.” He finger-quoted inappropriate. “Are they idiots?” “Arguably.” She laughed again. “A woman who gets my jokes…” His pleased little grin turned into a broad smile. “Can I buy you a coffee sometime? Or a jet?” “A jet?” She laughed until her stomach ached and she had to bend over with her hands on both knees to catch her breath. “You’re killing me.”

I continued, concerned. The woman and her three friends laughed at what I said as if I was joking “Oh really that’s expensive? your husband must be blind to think that’s is expensive”One of her friends remarked, concluding that I was lying about my dress being expensive. The woman laughed once again at what her friend had said. "True, and I don't think you have a husband because who would marry and love someone like you who can't walk and only sits in a wheelchair?" she remarked, insultingly.

She started pacing back and forth, “You stopped those flying bullets, you made money magically appear and then, for God’s sake, you made a Ferrari appear right in front of me. How did you do all that? What are you?” She was too scared to know yet too curious to not ask. “You’re funny. I like you!” “Who are you?” she was almost screaming. “Well, again..” “My name is too expensive for you dear!” she imitated the way she sounded and the intonation. The woman in front of her giggled, “Did I really sound like that? Ohhh.. mother of heavens, I sound cute.” “You haven’t answered me.” Suddenly, the woman giggling suddenly turned to her with her fierce stare.

“You don’t remember me?” Yvette wanted to look closely at the woman in front of her, but the alcohol went to her head and did not allow it. She frowned. “Do I know you? Why should I remember you?” The woman smirked. “Ms. Quimbey, you stole my man away from me, yet you don’t remember me?” Yvette sneered. “Bullsh*t. When did I steal someone else’s man?” The woman stared at her and laughed. “You’re still so shameless and guiltless even as a third party. Ms. Quimbey, your character is really admirable!”

I questioned in disbelief. "Yes, it is shocking, right? Ms. B is such an incredible woman. Wait — you, I have seen you somewhere," the woman said, and I smiled, expecting her to say something like from a fashion show when she asked, “Aren't you the lady who fainted after the slap? Ms. B went hard on —” "Shut up, how dare you try to insult me with your dirty looks. Get out of my way," I said, bumping her shoulder as I walked away.

When women are oppressed, it's tradition. ― Letty Cottin Pogrebi “Men are afraid that women will laugh at them. Women are afraid that men will kill them.” ― Margaret Atwood “Life affords you infinite possibilities to pay more attention to what is actually happening. Not just around you but what is Inside you.” ―Jeff Warren

“I have never been proposed to but I understand that my face has that effect on people.” “I can tell you only make these jokes around me. Why? Is it because I'm a woman and you don't find me worthy enough to hold an intellectual conversation with me or you only are all brawn and no brain?” “Keep talking like that, baby. I just need an excuse to bash your head in. Just one.”