Defending Friends Quotes

“Listen up, Mount High-Hair," Gustav barked. "Say what you want about me, but lay off the rest of the team. I've been through a lot of stuff with these people. Nobody can tell me that Fancy Dancer and Lady Slick-Pants aren't heroes. Captain Gloom-Cape over there, too. And even Shrimp Charming has his moments."

Briar leaned back in her chair. "I admire your ability to insult your friends *while* you defend them. It's a rare talent.”
― Christopher Healy, The Hero's Guide to Storming the Castle

“Jenna, you are halfway to freedom from Wayne. A few more months and you can hand him back to us, and not have to deal with him anymore. If you launch this business with him, you are locked in, day in and day out, for a minimum of four or five years. And really, can you imagine him really helping at these events? I just see him knocking over ice sculptures, and tipping over cakes, and generally being a bull in the china shop everywhere he goes. A bull on steroids. With an inner ear imbalance. On roller skates."
"Enough, lawdouche, she gets it."
"I know. But again, Wayne is pretty clear that his area here would be identifying and helping land clients, and consulting on thematic details and event brainstorming, and keeping up with all industry aspects of the target market."
"You mean going to movies, reading comics, and playing video games."
"Yep, something like that."
"You can't really be thinking you are going to do this."
"I can be thinking that. And I'm pretty sure that the only opinion I asked you for on this was legal ramifications and financial obligations. I don't really care about your personal opinions."
"Well, that hurts my feelings, because I still care about you on a personal level, and I think this is a huge mistake for you personally."
I wait for my heart to race, for the sweats to start, for my colon to twist itself into a pretzel. And when none of that happens, I look at Brian.
"I think, that being the case, that perhaps you ought to speak to your partners about who might be the best attorney to work with me moving forward."
"You're firing me? Because I care about you?"
"I'm firing you because I need an attorney who is less personally interested in the decisions I make. I'm a big girl, and I have a dad. And clearly, this is no longer a good fit. I'll appreciate a call from the other partners by the end of the week with a plan that I can review."
"Seriously, I feel like you've completely lost your mind!"
"Careful, Brian. At the moment, I'm asking you be removed from my account. However uncomfortable that may be for you with your partners, I assume you would rather that, than having to explain why I'm leaving the firm entirely. And I will be advising Wayne to shift to the same person I am with, obviously, for convenience."
His chiseled jaw snaps shut, and while I can see a dozen retorts on the tip of his tongue, he doesn't speak.
"Thank you. I'll review this further, and will discuss my decision with my new attorney. You'll get formal word from Wayne on his choice soon, I'm sure.”
― Stacey Ballis, Out to Lunch

“It must be hard for Chloe as a single mom," Garcia said. "Lots of bills to pay and no one to help. Sometimes people get desperate."
My spider senses tingled. This was not where I had expected the conversation to go.
"Olivia is safe, healthy, and happy," I said. "Chloe works three jobs to support her. They're renting the first floor of a nice house that has three other lovely tenants, and although money is tight, the only real issue she has is an ex who has consistently refused to pay child support or alimony. He's someone you should investigate, not Chloe. He's a nasty piece of work. His parents disinherited him after they found out he'd abused her. He barely scraped through college, and now he's involved with a bad crowd."
"No one is trying to take Olivia away," he said, understanding.
"Then I don't appreciate your attempt to insinuate that my friend would resort to theft to make ends meet. It's beneath you and the dignity of your profession.”
― Sara Desai, To Have and to Heist

“Before Isabella could answer, she held her phone up in front of Molly so Molly could see what she had written:


FUCK YOU DANA AND FUCK YOUR ARTICLE. MOLLY BABCOCK IS MY FRIEND. I'M NOT SENDING YOU SHIT.


She hit Send so that Molly could watch it go through.
Molly turned to Isabella, eyes watery, her face filled with gratitude and relief.
"Is this your sister? Your bestie? Your agent? What's happening here?"
Molly pulled away and, shifting back into TV mode, she put her arm around Isabella's shoulder and said, "This is Isabella Pasternak. She's my ghostwriter.”
― Adam D. Roberts, Food Person