Heathers Musical Quotes Novels & Stories

"You don't deserve anything." "Then why are you doing this?" My voice breaks. "Why are you trying to destroy me?" Heather leans down, and when she speaks, her voice is soft and malignant. "Because I want to." I gasp for air, but even drawing one breath takes momentous effort. "Oh, this is fun," Heather says. "We should do this more often." She takes another step closer. Her friends follow, like a wall of girls. "I didn't do anything to you," I whisper.

Heather was as clever as she was bold. "I'd like that. Here's your bill." The waitress slid the slip of paper toward Heather and walked off. "Her number's scribbled on the back, isn't it?" I sent her a knowing smirk. Heather just hummed, a small, triumphant shrug following. "Let's go back to my place then. I'm exhausted and I desperately need a shower," I said, standing up. The drive back to the Dubois estate was filled with laughter. We spent the time trying to match the high notes of the singers on my playlist.

"Heather, I don't care if you hate me or not. Call me names or tell me things whatever you want. But I will wait. I believe that time will come that we no longer need to treat each other like this anymore. I want us to get closer. I will patiently wait." "Oh, don't wait!" I chuckled, annoyed and pissed. "Because that time will never come. It will never happen. And stop acting like a protagonist. It's true that you're an excellent actress since you excel in acting and pretending, but you can never deceive me. You're a disgrace to the movie of my life. You're a nuisance. The kind of villain with no brain!" "Sister, please don't be like this," Hyacinth pleaded with her trembling voice. I think

“Sure we do. We have our father.” “No,” I retorted. “You have your father. I’m not part of that equation.” “Well, if you’d stop being such a bitch, you could be,” Grace snapped. “Gracie!” Heather gasped. I ignored her, focusing on Grace. “Excuse me, you’re not exactly Ms. Congeniality yourself.” “At least I’m trying.” “I’d hardly call this trying.” “I’d hardly call the way you’re acting warm and friendly either.” “Stop it,” Heather hissed. “Both of you. Are you listening to yourselves? Jesus, you sound like Dad arguing with himself.”

Gunner enters and looks at Heather. "Amber is cackling like a fucking loon down there. She said Heather isn't luna material, and if she gets her way, she will make sure she never rules beside you Roman",I look at my girl sadness filling me.

Scott was usually polite about it, but he didn’t actually play the piano, and Jo could distinctly remember a time when they were younger that he’d sworn, when he grew up, he was going to burn every piano on the face of the earth. “Well, I reckon I wouldn’t be too good at hiding if I went and told everyone where I’d been, now would I?” Heather surmised, taking her white coat off and hanging it by the door. She kept her hat on. It was sort of like a fuzzy cowgirl hat, and while it didn’t quite look like something one would wear inside, Jo couldn’t quite figure out why she needed either the coat or the hat since the weather shouldn’t have bothered her, unless it was all just one fashion stateme

This is a slight mistranslation. Correction: come to Hajera Thaddeus had never felt so humiliated in his entire life. He yelled, "Ms. Heather Tate!" Comment by Geri T: I was thinking to combine this to He didn't call her mom; instead, he called her by her name, "Ms. Heather Tate!" Comment by Caitlyn Chin: I think your version in the doc works just fine. It's more straightforward and easier to read, which is what we aim for.

he bites out, drawing gasps from the nobals watching. Heather’s eyes immediately light up with mock surprise and she lets out a loud laugh, “Wait....You?” she taunts, her gaze sliding over Tendmond and then snapping back to me. “....and you...are together. Looks like the garbage really does belong together.” Tedmond scoffs. “Bold of you to think anyone would care about being rejected by a snake like you. Only the Emperor’s too blind to realize he’s picked a hoe." That wipes the smile from Heather's face instantly.

he find himself grinning in amusement at the petite figure. “Miss?” Mr Grayston poked her arm and tried to get her attention. The girl looked up and confusingly stare at him , he smiled and pointed to at the headphone. "Umm...Miss ,have we met before,you face seems familar Heather bursted out laughing hard, she had people turning towards them to look at them weirdly. " Wow, his lines is so cheesy ,what in the name of cheese just happened. His line was tacky and over used by now"

Jules stopped in her tracks and looked deep in thought. “Then why are they risking so much like this? It’s like they’re throwing it all away.” “Well…” Heather picked up an egg from a bowl of them. “Sometimes you have to break a few eggs to make a masterpiece?” Jules growled and grumbled. “Oh come on! That was puntastic and you know it!” Heather had to break the stress in the room somehow. Jules, however, crumpled onto a nearby stool. “I hate the entire thing. None of this is fair, and everything feels wrong.”