Catfight Quotes

“At first, Maisie had been glad to work with a female crewmember. So much the better to fend off the sneers, leers, and veiled derision of her male majority shipmates. But now she knew better. Karen was here to make neither friends nor feminist stands. She was here to ruin Maisie’s career!”
― Mads Sukalikar, Do Virgins Taste Better? And Other Tales of Whimsy

“Ming assumes Brenda has taken Katherine's point, but it turns out she's only pausing for dramatic effect. She lowers her voice. "You don't believe he's innocent," she says. "That's why you think he shouldn't speak on his own behalf."
For a moment, Katherine looks startled. She reddens, as if caught. She recovers herself. "This is about how to win. This isn't about who can stand by her man.”
― Lan Samantha Chang, The Family Chao

“It occurred to me in that moment that this was the perfect opportunity to incapacitate Clare. Unfortunately, I didn't have a weapon, and the only thing in the room, aside from the coffin, was a wreath made of exotic flowers on a wire stand beside me.
"Jack loved his flowers." I bent over as if to smell the flowers, grabbed the wreath, spun, and smashed it over Clare's head. Flowers scattered across the carpet and the wreath came apart in my hands.
Stunned, Clare just stared, her hair adorned with a sea of pretty pink plumeria.
"Simi, what are you doing?" Dad stood in the doorway, his face a mask of horror.
"This is the woman who kissed Jack with a gun to his chest. She also tried to kill me. She tried to make it so I would never see you again. I still might have to leave you because of her." My hands tightened around the wire frame so hard my knuckles turned white.
Dad's brow creased in a frown. "Use your fist like you did when you were playfighting with your brothers."
"Pathetic." Clare grabbed the remains of the flower wreath out of my hands and threw it on the floor. "If you really wanted to hurt me, you'd pick something more substantial."
I threw a hard right, grazing her cheekbone when she ducked to the side.
"That's it," Dad called out. "A little higher."
"What's going on?" Mom walked into the room with Nani. "Why is Simi hitting that woman beside Jack's coffin? We're at a funeral. It's disrespectful."
"This is the woman who tried to break them up," Dad said. "She's the reason for all that talk of leaving us. She tried to kill our Simi."
"Hit her harder." Mom held her fists in the air. "Give her a one-two punch.”
― Sara Desai, 'Til Heist Do Us Part

“At least I can cook," said Isabella, the words bursting out of her like a spray of bullets.
"What?"
"You heard me," said Isabella. "Do you honestly think people aren't laughing at you when you make food on your Instagram? Do you know how ridiculous you look, chopping kale, hacking it like a blind executioner, and making a salad that wouldn't be good enough for a hamster cage?"
"She's just jealous," said Molly, turning to Xavier, who was watching all of this while vaping against the wall. "She can't handle the fact that I'm pretty and thin and famous and that I can do what she does just as well as she can, only I look better doing it."
"Ha!" said Isabella. "That's such a fucking laugh. Do you think you could ever make this meal?" She indicated the food in the kitchen. "Do you think, in a million years, with a million lessons and a million cookbooks and a million helpers, you could ever make a coq au vin or butternut-squash soup? I bet you don't even know how to turn on the heat.”
― Adam D. Roberts, Food Person