Shots Fired Quotes

“You teach your daughter to hide in everyone else's world," I shot back, "and I'll teach mine everyone else exists in her. Go fuck yourself, and leave the kid alone.”
― Penelope Douglas, Kill Switch

“Listen very carefully. Because I'm only going to lay this out for you once. I'm no longer the easy prey I once was and if you go up against me I will make sure you end up behind bars. You've fraudulently pocketed the money from the video. Our lawyers already have a criminal suit against you ready to go. Unless you're particularly keen on jail, you will leave my family alone, and you will withdraw the video and return all that money to the people you stole it from."
Julia opened her mouth, but Trisha held up her hand and she closed it. "And if you do one thing to harm DJ"- because suddenly Trisha was sure Julia had something on DJ; her nineties-Bollywood-plot theory didn't seem so farfetched- "I will make sure that every one of the families you've preyed on to make money off their tragedies gets together and sues your ass until every penny you've ever leeched is gone. Now get out of my office. Get out of my building- which by the way is private property. Soliciting business here is illegal. So the next time you think of setting foot here, know that I will have security throw you out on your cowardly, pathetic ass.”
― Sonali Dev, Pride, Prejudice, and Other Flavors

“I’ve missed more than 13040 shots in my business and music career. There are times I’ve been trusted to create or take the game winning shot and missed. I’ve failed over and over and over again in my life. And that is why I succeed”
― DON SANTO

“You wouldn't believe how many languages I had to learn to get my software engineering degree."
Sam's gaze drifted over Daisy's Riot Grrrl T-shirt. "I see English wasn't one of them.”
― Sara Desai, The Marriage Game

“She had lunch with Betty yesterday," said Mark, "and Betty told her you said she had herpes."
"I never said herpes," I said.
"You must have said something," said Mark.
"I said she had an infection," I said.
"Well, she's furious at you," said Mark.
"She's furious at me," I said. "That's rich." All my life I had wanted to say, "That's rich." Now I finally had gotten my chance. "That's really rich," I said. "Listen, you bastard. You tell Thelma that if she keeps calling here, I'll tell Betty she has the clap."
"Clap hands," said Sam, and clapped his hands together.
"I'll get it into the Ear, too," I said. "What hopelessly tall and ungainly Washington hostess has a social disease, and we don't mean her usual climbing?”
― Nora Ephron, Heartburn

“No one wants to get into an argument with a partner who can repeat back what they said word for word."
"I hope you're not referring to me." Jack made a mark on the graph he'd drawn in his notebook. "I didn't make any promises."
"Of course not," I snapped. "You didn't have time for promises. You were too busy running out the door with your ass hanging out of your pants.”
― Sara Desai, To Have and to Heist

“Goodness," said my mother. "This is a tight fit. If you girls end up keeping these men longer than usual, we'll need to get a bigger table."
I let it go, but Rachel has more energy than me. "Are all relationships just opportunities for home furnishings, Mom?"
Mom shrugged. "Mostly, Rachel. Yours don't usually last long enough for furniture, though, do they?" She smiled at Richard, as if that made up for what she'd just said. "Maybe you're a keeper, though, Dick."
"Or maybe I'm just a dick," he shot back, "but hopefully I'm a keeper.”
― Abbi Waxman, The Garden of Small Beginnings

“I must congratulate you on your new restaurant, Mr. Baker. I hear it's doing very well. And you are looking quite well. Much better than the last time I saw you."
Chris's mouth tightens as he takes her hand, clamping down a little harder than is necessary. "Thank you. I hear your play is going to be quite something. Seems you've found your niche, playing a woman destroying her own family. I wish you well with it."
She smiles in a way that suggests she'd love to do him violence.”
― Brianne Moore, All Stirred Up

“I don't know, those ice-cream balls could be a little tighter," he says, a serious look on his face like he actually means it.
Noel's chuckling, which is a relief because it means it looks okay to him, but I'm ready to lose it. I can't believe I'm letting this coke-snorting new guy get the best of me. "Yeah," I say, "like marbles. We could name the dish after you.”
― Hannah Mccouch, Girl Cook: A Novel

“Shouldn't you be taking her to a doctor instead?"
"Oh! Why didn't we think of that?" India snapped. He could take his imperiousness elsewhere, she didn't need it. "Thank you, but we got this."
"Sorry, I didn't mean to pry. Is there anything I can do?" He continued to study Tara.
India should have told him to help by leaving. Instead she said, "You can start by fixing the damn health care system, by not making compromises on the policy you've drawn up.”
― Sonali Dev, Incense and Sensibility

“Did you want me to be grateful that you're leaving?"
Among other things. At first India didn't say it. Then she did.
Naina looked taken aback. "Like what? Having another woman steal what's mine?"
India stopped and turned to her. Was she for real?
Don't engage with her.
But the look on Naina's face was too superior, too entitled. "If indeed one of us is stealing what's not theirs, it isn't me.”
― Sonali Dev, Incense and Sensibility

“And technically, unlike your usual workplace, you're not allowed to completely decimate someone when they fall short of your ridiculously high standards and dull decorative tastes. But let's face it. Anyone who pulls out the glitter is going home with the remains of their ego in a bag.”
― Lucy Parker, Battle Royal

“Either way---the terrifying misanthrope is mine."
Liam edged past them with another rack of cupcakes. "Oh?" His face was alive with devilry, his dark skin creasing into lines of amusement around the light in his eyes. With a pointed chin jerk toward Dominic and very precise enunciation, he asked, "Which one?"
"The strawberries are infusing with the cherry brandy." It was the return of Dominic's most hard-nosed judging voice. Liam's grin widened. "Pulse them with the icing. We don't want it completely smooth."
"That's fortunate." His sous-chef got out a last shot before Aaron tentatively called out to Dominic. "From all I've seen so far---it won't be.”
― Lucy Parker, Battle Royal

“We're going to be late. And there's nothing I enjoy more than waltzing with a room full of people who'll be thrilled my fiancé is cheating on me. It enlivens the supper."
Sylvie winced, but the cold sarcasm made no impact on Johnny. He shook his head. "You don't give a shit about any of them. All your Christmases came at once when that story broke yesterday."
A flash went through Rosie's defiant eyes.
That shot had hit home.”
― Lucy Parker, Battle Royal

“So you fill me full of pretty words and kiss me like your life depended on it, tell me to meet you, and then just disappear. Vanish from the earth. Without a note, a letter, a phone call---nothing. Just like your mom did to you."
His whole face tightened on that one, and Sidney feared she'd gone too far, but there was no going back now.
"So, what, you were just paying that forward?"
"That's a low blow," he said, his voice gruff.
"Well, that's what you shoveled out to me that night," she said. "And now---" Sidney laughed and raked her hair back. "Now I find out that before you ditched me, you actually watched me in my worst, most vulnerable moment ever. You watched me cry over you before you disappeared." She pointed at him. "You, sir, are a piece of work.”
― Sharla Lovelace, The Cottage on Pumpkin and Vine

“I hate to burst your bubble about that guy, but he probably isn't what he seems. What do you really know about him? Nothing, right?"
I matched his posture. "I know enough to say he isn't a killer! And someone is using him as leverage, and I won't let him end up dead. And right back atcha, buddy. What did you know about Lucy? Obviously, not nearly enough and you married her.”
― Kate Young, Southern Sass and a Battered Bride

“You've really got to do something about that jealous streak, Lila. It's very unbecoming."
I counted to ten in my head before unclenching my teeth. "Jae, Millie, it was lovely seeing you this morning. If you'll excuse me, I need to get to my pageant duties."
"Already? I feel like I never see you anymore." Millie sighed. "Ah well, I guess it's to be expected. Responsibilities of a winner and all, am I right?"
At that, Bernadette threw her paper cup in the trash and stalked out, the door shutting heavily behind her. Millie raised her eyebrows. "Well, someone's in a snit.”
― Mia P. Manansala, Homicide and Halo-Halo

“... you don't look like a Lucian."
"Really."
It was kind of fun needling him. He fell for it so easily.
"Lucian wears white linen and loafers. Offers you a mint julep before selling you an antique chifforobe."
"He sounds like a hoot. Tell me---what should my name be, then?"
"You're more of a Brick. Surly ex-star athlete with a big chip on his shoulder who hides from the world and drinks away his pain."
He blinked again, his head jerking just the slightest bit, as though I'd landed a direct hit.
Then again, maybe I'd imagined that, because he merely gave me another bland look, and that lovely hot-cream voice rolled out in the same insolent drawl. "As much as I'd love to hear more of this Cat on a Hot Tin Roof revival you've got planned, Maggie, the bags are coming out."
Flames licked over my cheeks. God, he had my number.”
― Kristen Callihan, Make It Sweet

“You all know one another?"
Wyatt had a better poker face. "Jess and I go way back. I used to be her boss." He winked at me. "I always loved your Halloween style." He pointed to my suit.
I mustered a smile. "I know Wyatt very well. How'd that Beauchamp deal turn out?"
I knew Hamilton Cooper had lost that opportunity after I left; it was all over the trade news. Rumor had it that Wyatt was the sole reason HC lost that deal.
Wyatt coughed into his coffee. "Damn, Jess. That was an NHL-level body check. You go in the penalty box."
I smirked. A triumphant verbal takedown.”
― Suzanne Park, So We Meet Again

“I've never felt anything like it. I usually have trouble..."
"Coming?"
"Well, yes, I mean, it's fine by myself. But hard. At other times. With people. But this time it wasn't... difficult."
"Well, great. He's had a lot of practice."
"Don't be mean."
"I'm not, but you want me to act like great sex is the end of the world."
It is the end of the world, I thought. "No. But it feels big. I can't explain it, I feel, womanly or something."
"You think it's womanly to get fucked?" She had her clawed tones out and I retreated.
"I don't want to argue about gender theory. I just feel like something real happened. And I wanted someone to talk to about it. Like a friend."
"Let me guess," she said, tapping the spoon against the tablecloth. "He beat you up a little bit, called you a slut, and you thought that was really edgy, another spoiled white girl who wants to get slapped around because she always got everything she wanted."
"Fuck, Ari." I shook my head. "It must be hard. To have already sized up the world, to already have written it off completely. Is it just so fucking boring all the time?"
"Pretty much, Skip."
"I would rather be called a slut by him than deal with the shit I get from the women here." I picked up my bowl. "Also, you're fucking white. By the way. And you don't get a medal for being gay.”
― Stephanie Danler, Sweetbitter

“It's stunning how little respect you have for me, Naina." What more did he have to do to prove himself?
She kept typing. "What am I supposed to respect exactly?”
― Sonali Dev, The Emma Project

“I don't get it. Why won't the twins accept me? Now that I think about it, they are a big reason why I feel like an outsider. An imposter here. "Don't you ever get tired? Of being so mean? First, you call me a gaijin." A fresh wave of humiliation hits me, remembering how they'd spat the word at me at the prime minister's wedding reception. "Then you tried to trick me with that dress."
Noriko squints at me. "What dress?"
"For the sultan of Malaysia's welcome banquet," I hiss, staring at them. "You know what? Never mind. I forgive you. You can't help being so awful when that's what you've been raised with. You're products of your environment." It's a bad idea to rattle the wasp nest, but I don't care.
Noriko shakes her head. "That dress----"
Akiko puts a hand on her sister's arm, stopping her.
I sit back in the chair and cross my arms, wrinkling the kimono even more. "You two are so much like the tabloids that bully your mother, and you don't even know it."
There is a gasp. I can't tell from which one, Akiko or Noriko. But I can tell you how many effs I give right now. Zero.”
― Emiko Jean, Tokyo Dreaming

“Rainsford heard a sound. It came out of the darkness, a high screaming sound, the sound of an animal in an extremity of anguish and terror.

He did not recognize the animal that made the sound; he did not try to; with fresh vitality he swam toward the sound. He heard it again; then it was cut short by another noise, crisp, staccato.”
― Richard Connell, The Most Dangerous Game (Dramatized): An Otio Dramatized Classic

“Out of four police officers that were assigned to my 911 call, two had been involved with killing people.”
― Steven Magee

“Based on my research into killer cops, I become very concerned when a killer cop is assigned to my 911 call!”
― Steven Magee

“It is important to realize in the USA that ‘reaching for an object’ in your car may get you legally killed by the police.”
― Steven Magee