“Sorry for choosing the billionaire with a six pack and morals, I guess.”
— Clark Kent, when pressed by a furious Lex Luthor as to what, exactly, separates him from Bruce Wayne as a potential romantic interest.
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“Sorry for choosing the billionaire with a six pack and morals, I guess.”
— Clark Kent, when pressed by a furious Lex Luthor as to what, exactly, separates him from Bruce Wayne as a potential romantic interest.
Part two of the quote generator Jo showed me
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This is why I absolutely adore Assistant to The Villain,
Because you have genuine moving quotes like these:
I feel like my life keeps happening to me, rather than me living it.
She wasn’t light; she was color. Every single one…
If life was built on regrets, we’d have monuments the size of giants.
It’s hard enough to put something back together once. A second time, I’m afraid, is too much to hope for.
A weak man pushes blame away from himself like a disease, to poison and spread over the rest of the unsuspecting world.
He was ruined. But he loved her anyway.
There is so much that can be fixed by honesty, if you're brave enough to use it.
It was a hard lesson to learn that sometimes it was better to remain lonely than to waste companionship and energy on someone undeserving.
Of all the foolish, horrific things he'd ever accomplished, falling in love with a woman he so completely didn't deserve made the top of the list.
Granted, she didn't want to become evil, but when you spend most of your life trying to see the sun, you begin to wish for rain.
"Normal" was for those who didn't have the ability to stretch their minds past the unreachable end.
Maybe that did make her a monster, but she was quickly learning that it took more to make a monster than a monstrous act.
She wanted to find her reflection somewhere and smash it.
He was happy… How positively vile.
....And then you have these:
"You just can't kill people and be pretty. It's confusing."
"You're not all bad, are you?" He looked offended. "How dare you."
She’d been called many disparaging things in her life. Alarmingly all beginning with the letter F. Flighty, foolish, forgetful, and, by a strange turn of events, she was finally able to add the final F. Fucked.
"Are we changing the subject because you're embarrassed that you were an Evil Overlord in Distress?"
Was that your first?" Evie interrupted. The boss's head knocked back in surprise. "My first what, you little tornado?" "Your first joke."
Adulthood should be illegal.
"Are you ... crying?" He was horrified, it was so plain in his voice, and she wanted badly to shrink away from him, but of course her injured ankle kept her locked in place. "No. I have a condition where my tear ducts produce an excess of warm, salty water when I'm tired or in distress."
Attractive murderers were always good kissers; she was pretty sure she’d heard that expression before.
"I’ll remind you that, at your bequest, I haven’t actually killed an intern in several months.” Evie shook her head hopelessly. “Sir, I hate to belittle your successes, but there are people who go their entire lives without killing anyone.” His face remained serious. “How dull."
She was the personal assistant to The Villain, after all. She chuckled at the job title, imagining the ridiculous way the employment posting would appear in a news pamphlet. Must be well organized. Must enjoy working late nights and relish writing long documents. Must be comfortable and even supportive of arson, torture, murder. And must not scream when there is an occasional dead body lying across your desk.
"Fluffy? You looked at me and thought to yourself, He looks like a Fluffy?"
"Sage…did you just call me cute?”
"Women? Have legs? Alert the town crier!"
"My stupidity is profound enough to be acknowledged, dammit."
Hhh the perfect mix <3
Two wrongs don't make a right, but they make a good excuse.
Thomas Szasz
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I don't know about that but it's funny 🤣
~Blessings~Courtney
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