They say there are five stages of grief. Denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. Well, I’d like to add one more. Revenge.
I’m not sweet Estella, try as I might. I never was. I’m Cruella, born brilliant, born bad, and a little bit mad.
I’m just getting started, darling. And I need help. I want to make art. And I want to make trouble.[to Artie]
I need a third choice to go back to the real world. Oh, how I miss it. The music, the gin, the glamour… the gin.