Imagine you were born in a poor family, in a poor city, in a poor country, and by the time you were 28 years old, you have so much money you can’t even count it. What do you do? You make your dreams come true.
When I was the Evil Queen, I spent every day not giving a damn about anyone. And in return, no one cared about me. I thought all I needed was my vengeance to keep me warm at night. But then something happened. My enemies became my family. And that’s when I finally felt happy. That is why I’m here. They need my help, and when family needs help, you step up.
With this family, when you’re in, you’re never quite sure that you’re in. But when you’re out, there’s no doubt at all. You’re out.
When it comes to family, when it comes to the people that we all love, we’re all vulnerable. None of us are above making a wrong decision.
The house that puts family first will always defeat the house that puts the whims and wishes of its sons and daughters first.
Sometimes family is more than just the people under your roof. They’re people who jump in, head first, who aren’t afraid to make fools of themselves to help you, who don’t hide their faces in shame if you fall down.
Men don’t have the strategic intelligence to conduct a war between families. Men are less good at keeping secrets out of their lies.
Why didn’t you tell me you had criminals in your family? I could have recommended a fantastic support group.[to Patterson]