They say there are five stages of grief. Denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. Well, I’d like to add one more. Revenge.
It’s funny how those happy accidents can change the whole direction of your life.
Wreaking havoc at galas is my personal specialty.
I’m not sweet Estella, try as I might. I never was. I’m Cruella, born brilliant, born bad, and a little bit mad.
There’s something about poetic justice that’s just so poetic.
The good thing about evil people is you can always trust them to do something, well, evil.
The game is rigged. The villains never win.
People do need a villain to believe in, so I’m happy to fit the bill.
How does the saying go? “I am woman. Hear me roar.”
Don’t worry, we’re just getting started. There’s lots more bad things coming… I promise.
It’s not Estella. That’s the past. I’m Cruella.
Darling, if I’m going to need to repeat myself a lot, this isn’t going to work out.[to Jasper]
