You can never tell with men. They go for whoever their d*cks point at, and there’s no changing their minds.
You have your mother’s common sense but your father’s devilment. I see them fighting. Let your mother win.
If I come for you, and I still might yet decide to come for you, I will wear high heels so you can hear my approach on the cobblestones and have time to repent. You listen for my footsteps.[to Mother Superior]
My senior position within the Shelby company means I don’t often have to ask permission from anyone to do anything.