sassy

Flirt with the old ladies and you__l be fine,_ I muttered, shoving my stuff into the cubby. He hung his green hoodie on the hooks right beside me. __s that how you get by?_ __oesn__ work on the old ladies for me, but the old men on the other hand?_ I paused and glanced at my nails. __eah, doesn__ work on them either.

I like to think I'm helping them by hating them. I'm reminding them that they aren't God's gift to humankind.

I don__ even pretend to believe I know everything; I just believe in arguments God told me I had a pretty good chance of winning, while I was traveling through hell.

That Damon Matthews,_ Linda spat. __ou know, take one letter out of his name and it spells _ damn_ as in __amn, that kid__ a worthless sonovabitch_.

I only want one thing of men, and that is, that they should leave me alone.

The obvious," Noah goes on, a little out of breath, "being that he is probably some super secret assassin or something. And I'm not as tough as I look.""That's OK," I tell him. "I'm way tougher than you look.

Oh, what a lovely owl!" Cried the Wart.But when he went up to it and held out his hand, the owl grew half as tall again, stood up as stiff as a poker, closed its eyes so that there was only the smallest slit to peep through - as you are in the habit of doing when told to shut your eyes at hide-and-seek - and said in a doubtful voice"There is no owl."Then it shut its eyes entirely and looked the other way."It is only a boy," said Merlyn."There is no boy," said the owl hopefully, without turning round.

That sassy low classy, but dress real cheap-fly-n-fancy, with a chip on her shoulder -- she's just a bitterly wounded dove, wanting to be sieged by love.

She blew out a breath between gritted teeth. __ometimes I really want to___ frustrated sound___ite you!_ He froze. __ might let you._ __ won__ do it if you__ enjoy it.

And Nate? You kiss like a slobbering dog, you have bad breath, and you wouldn't know how to punch the right buttons on a girl if we came with manuals. Happy Thanksgiving, Jackass.

Some women nodded, others shook their heads. I would have killed myself before I let one of them move into my house. Would you Helen? Would you really?

Mother, you have my father much offended.

I'm usually cast as the sassy, brassy best friend.

...and yes that was meant to be interpreted in a sarcastic bubblegum tone complete with clapping and jazz hands.

I'm a damsel, I'm in distress, I can handle this. Have a nice day!

Hippos are the very definition of Disney cute. There is no way you could look at a big, fat, squishy, huggable hippo and not think, "Id she could talk like a human, she would sound just like Jada Pinkett Smith and be oh so sassy." You would totally name her Sassy-baskets, and she would be your tutu-wearing, ballet-dancing, strut-walking pal for life. Just you and Sassy-baskets against the world!

Seriously, why was it tradition to stand when the bride came in? It blocked her from seeing her groom, who was the only reason she was there in the first place.

She was right. Karma was a bitch, but so was I.