murderiisms:

❝———Takes one to know one, right?❞

       He could’ve figured that out faster. Nothing’s 
       righteous and honest anymore. Nothing’s to
       be trusted. Disappointing, really.

“I  can’t deny that.”  There’s a smirk on  painted
red lips. “–But nobody is perfect, am I right?”

The trollop is a cynic, yet quite amused, in all
honesty. And it’s not just the gin in her system. 

murderiisms:

❝How would I know? Apparently
       I’m not interesting at all.❞

            Says the one who’s whole life is a lie.
            And he finds it incredibly amusing.

“That is  true,  but  something  tells  me  you’re
hardly  so  righteous as you seem to think you
are.”

Bold remarks coming from one who hasn’t said
an honest word in a long time.

murderiisms:

❝It doesn’t seem like that. You’re acting terribly
  offended. Well if honesty is improper, how can
  you all expect a man to be proper and honest
  at the same time?That’s asking a little too much.❞

“I don’t recall asking you to be honest or nothing,
mister, merely civil. All the most interesting men
are the dishonest ones, are they not?”

murderiisms:

 ❝Honestly, I’ve heard worse. Have I offended
   you by calling you boring? Dear, it’s just sad,
   to be so sensitive about hearing the truth.❞

“Oh trust me, it’ll take a lot more than  that  to
offend me,  darling. But it’s awful improper of
you, no? You like this to all birds?”

murderiisms:

           ❝ As you wish— 

                   I’m terribly bored in your presence.
                   Don’t you have anything interesting
                   to say? ❞

“Perhaps, mister, it’s not so much me being boring,
but you being a prick.  That interesting enough for
you?”