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.
People do need a villain to believe in, so I’m happy to fit the bill.
It’s not Estella. That’s the past. I’m Cruella.
It’s funny how those happy accidents can change the whole direction of your life.
Wreaking havoc at galas is my personal specialty.
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.
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.
How does the saying go? “I am woman. Hear me roar.”
