All you’re ever good for.
Well that pissed her off. Judy taps her foot before reaching up and grabbing Nick’s shirt to drag him down to her eye level. "Let’s get one thing straight Wilde, NO ONE tells me what I’m good for or not. NO ONE tell me what to do.”
She had such an urge to shock the hell out of him. But she also didn’t want to give him that satisfaction of knowing he could be right on something. So instead, she pulls him down further practically throwing him against the ground. She then puts a foot on his back -- really she couldn’t put enough pressure down to keep him there, but if he tried to fight back his collar would go off on its own. It would be HIS fault, not HERS. Was that really any better?
“And another thing, shit like that isn’t going to help your ‘I’m innocent’ case either. If you want others to believe you, you gotta know when to talk and when to SHUT UP.” She was almost about to believe that lie too. Ha, maybe she’s getting soft.