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I can be a lady - surprise!
Vagina Whisperer.
I have so little sex appeal that my gynecologist calls me 'sir'.
Can I fetch you something, madam? A cup of tea?'
In the old days she'd have been 'miss' and he'd have offered her a cocktail.
I wondered if anybody had ever called her "ma'am," or "Miss Mayella" in her life; probably not, as she took offense to routine courtesy. What on earth was her life like? I soon found out.
I have discovered that our great favorite, Miss Austen, is my countrywoman ... with whom mamma before her marriage was acquainted. Mamma says that she was then the prettiest, silliest, most affected, husband-hunting butterfly she ever remembers ...
O woman, thou art my imperfection!
I'm Wolf Blitzer and yes, that's my real name.
Miss Sarah Pocket, whom I now saw to be a little dry brown corrugated old woman, with a small face that might have been made of walnut shells ...
Colonel. Can she read and write? Peter. Ay, that she can, sir. Colonel. Then she is a dangerous woman.
When you were a little girl, Madam ... was this the woman you dreamed of becoming?
You may be a lady but your are still the man!
Mr. Ellison is like a pomegranate: messy, leaves stains, more seeds than meat, but you pick one by one and discover all the little bits were worth it.
the mistress of ceremonies, in her
Please put your penises away, gentlemen. Dinner is procured. By a woman.
Miss can I get a second to speak and quietly mention,
That I am so into who you are, can I get your attention?
This woman's work is exceptional. Too bad she's not a man.
Sir McHotpants Von Grabby Hands
A miscreant with coiffed, scented hair, a slender waist, the hips of a woman and the chest of a Prussian officer, with a finely tied cravat, by all girls admired. ~ [introduction of character Montparnasse]
Behind every great man there is a surprised woman.
General consultant to mankind.
Leslie Titmuss bothered me. His name, it made me want to sneeze. I also thought I recognized it. I typed it into my laptop, a procedure that had lately held far too much suspense for me. Among the top results the search returned was a page from GoodReads, a literary website.
I am woman, hear me roar, in numbers too big to ignore, and I know too much to go back and pretend.
We could call him Gynecological Gage or Assman - AssHOLE - take your pick.
One that was a woman, sir; but, rest her soul, she's dead.
Let's see, the last guy I dated - is there a word for someone who's sexually attracted to Muppets? Andrea's elegant persona was destroyed as she laughed so hard martini shot out of her nose.
Could you say 'senator' instead of 'ma'am? It's just a thing. I worked so hard to get that title. I'd appreciate it.
Miss? Miss Phryne? Are you all right?' 'Come in, Dot. I'm fine. Some son of unmarried parents just tried to kidnap me.' 'What did you do with the body, Miss?
What a strange thing man is; and what a stranger thing woman.
She's no flibberti-gibberti mamzell, but a whir-stir-get-lost-sir bundla dynamite!
Call me anything you like, but don't call me a lady.
To-day the woman is Mrs. Richard Roe, to-morrow Mrs. John Doe, and again Mrs. James Smith according as she changes masters, and she has so little self-respect that she does not see the insult of the custom.
I'm a woman in search on an adventure
I am a Woman: an emblem of dignity; loving, caring, healing...scintillating, inspiring and appealing...
What is a man anyhow? what am I? what are you?Man-- Walt Whitman
I'm running out of names. There aren't that many vile things on this earth that can describe what a cum dumpster you are.
My kinky, foul-mouthed romantic gentleman lover.
Informers and stool pigeons are full of virtue, they should all be released and sent home - but how vile they are! Vile for all their virtues, vile even with all their sins absolved...Who was it who made that cruel joke about the proud sound made by the word "Man"?
If she's a lady, I'm a vernicious knid. (Eddie Albert in Willy Wanka and the Chocolate Factory)
I'm no lady; I'm a member of Congress, and I'll proceed on that basis.
Binkie, the one and only. He can hear her rings clacking on the plastic phone, and he chuckles, envisioning with amusement the bejeweled and suntanned manicured grip his grandmother thinks she has on his balls. And she does.
She called me 'my lady,' " she told him in a plaintive voice. "I don't know who that is. I'm no lady." The last of his fury faded away to be replaced with a quick gleam. He peered under the sheet. "I can attest to that.
Mrs Poste, who had wished people to live beautiful lives and yet be ladies and gentlemen.
Dearest Virgin - um, Dearest Most-Definitely-Not-a-Virgin Lassiter,
A veteran of the gender wars.
This humanity of woman, brought forth in pains and degradations, will come to light when she has shed the conventions of mere femininity in the alterations of her outward station, and the men who today do not feel it coming will be surprised and struck by it.
My name is unpronounceable in your tongue, woman," it said.
"I'll be the judge of that," warned Granny, and added, "Don't call me woman."
"Very well. My name is WxrtHltl-jwlpklz," said the demon smugly.
Woman is the most precious gift known to man,
Steven, I know I phrased that as a question, but it was really a command. Yes, but mine is ... ummm ... private. Private, Steven? Yes, Miss Palma. PRIVATE Steven? Again with the capital letters?
Your name, merely your name, floods my brain to a point of sweet disgust.
Sonny Von Bulow, who said to her husband Claus on their honeymoon, Stop needling me. Never got a dinner!
Marie Caroline Jensen, will you do me the honor of being my permanent bitch?
There were men, and then there was this man. He was the kind of man that made the rest of the male population seem feminine.
I am a woman searching for her savagery
even if it's doomed
After killing Harley Kayson, my vampire lover's sire, and taking over the club, I'd been forced to look around and accept the cold hard fact that I ran a whorehouse for vampires. There was no way to sugar-coat it. Just call me, "Madam.
Rosie Germaine Mole.
O, the difference of man and man!
To thee a woman's services are due.
... Pfiffikus, whose vulgarity made Rosa Hubermann look like a wordsmith and a saint.
Woman is a vulgar animal from whom man has created an excessively beautiful ideal.
The finest compliment that can be paid to a woman of sense is to address her as such.
Woman is the unfathomable, incalculable mystery, the problem that we men can never hope to solve.
Man with the Muckrake
Be she alewife,
fishmonger, washerwoman, or whore; the woman who fucks my whole cock shall I take to church's
door.
declared Mr Marrable magniloquently;
The elder Miss Larkin
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Ah, woman. She is an enigma. An anomaly of perfection & irony. She can lure angels into her arms & give birth to a nation of ideologies.
of the afternoon Mr. Fitz-Wattle----
... well just call me Hannibal Lecter. With cleavage.
We had a teacher called Fanny Menlove, and I remember once when she was out of the room Nancy went up to the blackboard and wrote it backward - Menlove Fanny - and we all fell around laughing. She got into big trouble, but she didn't seem to mind. She had no fear.
I am a bundle of nerves dressed up to look like a man!
That would be the gentleman lobster,
And Master
or Mister
Sloppy?' said the Secretary, in doubt whether he was man, boy, or what.
Looking for a sizzling menage romance? I've got you covered.
Mr. Laurence. I have got a letter for the lady.
My fellow Americans, good evening. My name is Becca Goldman and I weep with all of you.
I texted one word to Megan, 'Gag'
She wrote back: 'My name is Becca Goldman, and I sleep with all of you
Mistress Smartyfangs - means morning.
What, sir, would the people of the Earth be without woman? They would be scarce, sir, almighty scarce.
There's a smoking hot, naked woman wiggling into red lace underwear in front of me. I'm lucky I can remember my name."
~ Sam Fitzpatrick
There's only one woman in the world who can bring me to my knees. So tell me, Ms. Fairchild. Will you do me the greatest honor? Will you be my wife?
Yes ma'am," I said, "Anna Celeste's party is Saturday, but I don't need a ride ... No ma'am. It's because Anna Celeste is my Sworn Enemy for Life and I'd rather go face-down in a plate of raw chicken entrails than go to her party. Plus I'm not invited ...
Yes, you have the very soul of me, Elisabeth."
"Then your name, mein Herr."
He laughed softly, but it was a gasp of pain, not of joy. "No."
"Why?"
"So you will forget me," he said simply. "You cannot love a man with no name.
My illustrious lordship, I'll show you what a woman can do.
Mistress L for Lethal, that's me.
S'pose a man was to come to you and say Pollyvoo-franzy - what would you think?
A crude puppet impaled by her puppet master.
She has assisted at more than one Birth, has endur'd a hard-drinking and quarrelsome troop of Men-Folk, - who is this unfamily'd man in a Frock to call her child?
Your mantrum is the awareness of the dream - to enjoy and appreciate and have gratitude for all; neither to condemn nor to liberate, but to observe.
I'm just some lunatic macaroni mushroom, is that it?
Woman, you got a mouth on you."
"It's not 1955 any longer. Women swear as much as men."
"I miss women who talk about women things."
"You're changing the subject. Keep it up and I'll talk about my period. That's a woman thing.
The pleasures and the cares of the luckiest ambition, even of limitless power, are nothing next to the intimate happiness that tenderness and love give. I am man before being a prince, and when I have the good fortune to be in love, my mistress addresses a man and not a prince.
she's a lady, my lord. And you know as well as anyone that I am the furthest thing from being a gentleman you'll ever meet." Throughout
I'm not a lady, I'm a witch.
A woman is never just a woman dear Max. She is first and foremost the men she once had, those she has, and those she might have. Without them, she remains a mystery... and whoever discovers that information possesses the combination to the safe. The access to her secrets.
This was a woman who lunched in fancy restaurants, filtered suitors based on their bank balances, and who looked at women like me as snacks.
Tell me, cat-man, why can I understand her?"
"First," said Eanrin with a glower, "you will not call me 'cat-man' again. I am a knight, a poet, and a gentleman, and you will address me as sir or not address me at all.
Pardon me, Highness, a women waits whithout."
"Whithout what?
In Erling Nicolai Rolfsrud's compendium of memorable women and men from North Dakota, "Mustache" Maude Black, for that was the name of my grandparents' benefactress, is described as not un-womanly, though she dressed mannishly, smoked, drank, was a crack shot and a hard-assed camp boss. These
A poor gentlewoman, doctor, is the worst thing in the world
Good evening, America. I'm a woman, and welcome to The Late Late Show.