Rea Lidde Quotes

There are three kinds of Peers; the one who did the shitty job for upper-castes, the one who sold their rights for upper-castes's entertaintment, and the one who is going to bring the upper-castes down."
"Which one is you?"
"Apparently, all three of them.

It's so obvious that you're gonna ask a good looking dude to be with you for the rest of your holiday while you only know his name for like 2 hours, 32 minutes, 12 seconds."
"Trisha! Being mean is my job! June, you're so predictable, like, it's not a shock for us if you're gonna ask a good looking dude to be with you for the rest of your holiday while you only know his name for like 2 hours, 33 minutes, 2 seconds.

You hurt my heart with you pseudointellectual mild, flattering speech.

I'm that annoying?"
"Well, you have pretty sharp mouth."
"I don't want to sound like a smartass, but sir I can't handle my own smartassness for being uncontrollably sparkling from me and mentally hurts you due to its awesomeness. I'm just unbelievably genius. Dummies like you call us 'crazy' but it's such a strong word."
"See? That's why people hates you." "And 'us'?"
"I'm pretty sure I'm not the only living genius.

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How many exes do you have? You're like a fame-whore, female pop star gone wild after she left her sock puppets show for more mature gig.

I suddenly turn my head to the blonde tall girl in tight high boots and mini tight skirt. Her shirt is - I think-in wrong size, because it is obviously too small and looks like her second skin. You can almost see her belly button. Not that I pay attention to her belly button. But everytime I see someone who's dressing like a fucking whore, I always imagining her belly button even I do not want to. I don't even care about her boobs or whatever. That is so weird, I probably have some major disorder.

Brace yourself, Archer. We're a team now."
"Oh, Elliot. Go kill yourself.

You are trying to impress someone."
Was Jared a psychic?
I told myself to keep it together. "Is that an accusation?" I deadpanned.
"Stating a matter-of-fact. Is it your unkempt Jedi Master, or the big of a hot sauce that you are dating?"
I snorted. Jared would've loved Perry. They would've fallen head over heels at each other and then started a life together with a pair of dogs and tiny house with blue roof at some suburb area. "That unkempt Jedi, and the hot sauce, they have far more authentic nickname."
"Yes." My bother nodded. "Detective Yoda and Detective Sriracha.

Smooth-talker is always selling you something.

Look, what could possibly be harmful, yeah? It's Cyber Unit. We're up against people who's living in their parent's basement, covered with potato chips and peanut butter while wearing cheap secondhand headphone.

I'm financially ugly.

I miss your smile. I mean, it's really annoying to hear your sarcastic toneless laugh, but I miss that crooked smile on your face when you do that."
"That's the nicest thing anyone ever said to me this past few months."
"I'm touched."
"Thank God for me."
"Yeah, I didn't tell you where I was touched.

She's fine. She has a gun."
"She has a gun."
"On her purse."
"You two, bring gun, to a dinner date?"
"Society is dangerously wild."
"Again, disturbingly romantic in so many different level.

Pleasure to meet you, Prince Larden. The name is Lady Thaddea from House of Wright."
"Yeah, I think I remember you, by the other name. You once kicked my royal ass."
"Oh, so you decide we don't need to draw the line, no? Fine then, good to see you again, mate. You look, and smell, like a tuna who just saw a ghost.

When a guy fell from the sky, you can hope that he's a fallen angel or something equally sexy as that. But when you're in an underground train station and being chased by hidious vampires and some strange guy just randomly fell to your body, that is not sexy at all.

You're taking a drink from a stranger, dude." I say. "I could be a mad scientist and put something inside your root beer."
"Well, you're giving a beer to a stanger, there's a possibility that we both mad scientist.

Margareth is a bad influence for her."
"We all love Margareth. Don't be too hard on her."
"It's a nerd school, Papa. Engineering school.

Don't panic. Don't panic.
Someone opens the door.
Do not panic.
"Hi."
I'm smiling, but I find myself leaning awkwardly to my chair. Crap, I am panicked.

Just because I'm breathing, doesn't mean I'm alive; vice versa.

Now, what happened to you two?" he points at me then at Luke.
"Nothing." I say to Will.
"Luke is smitten after he got back with you." he whispers. "That's horrifying in so many level.

I don't have a crush on her! Yet!"
"Say no more, Dylan-whatever your middle name is-Blair!"
"David."
"Whatever. By the power and duty of big brother, I command you to not have a crush on my sister, until I know you better enough!"
"That's actually quite fair." "But I don't have a crush on her!

Do I have to take a memo for misogynist alert?"
"God, no. I'm not that traditional. Sexism is too 2015."
"Don't bother to explain, I'm not one of those strong-willed, self-declared feminists.

Wait, you are not even surprised that your own uncle, framed you, for an assassination?"
"No, I'm surprisingly not surprised.".

By the way, why doesn't Crux hire someone who can cook? Like, I'm sure there's one or two evil chef around that he could find, right? This tastes awful. It's like my mouth is rejecting me." I said, when I took a bite of his bread. I took the word 'fluffy', it was more likely to be a murder weapon. If you had about dozen of it and mixed it with poison in case the target had really strong skull.
"You eat it anyway." he looked at me blankly. "And that's mine."
"I'm hungry and nobody's perfect.

Right now, I want more than just coffee."
"Please, you just want to sleep for 36 hours straight in comfy bed."
"That, and maybe spending few days without anybody trying to kill me.

I can't wear this. I need something else. Something that shouts 'Sophisticated! Mature! Bleedin' Badass!