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.
I’m not sweet Estella, try as I might. I never was. I’m Cruella, born brilliant, born bad, and a little bit mad.
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.
People do need a villain to believe in, so I’m happy to fit the bill.
Don’t worry, we’re just getting started. There’s lots more bad things coming… I promise.
The game is rigged. The villains never win.
It’s not Estella. That’s the past. I’m Cruella.
How does the saying go? “I am woman. Hear me roar.”
Darling, if I’m going to need to repeat myself a lot, this isn’t going to work out.[to Jasper]
