veep sentence meme.
modify as necessary! content warning for food, illness, death, ableism, profanity.
season one, episodes 1 - 5.
‘ don’t forget to smile. ’
‘ is that a poppy seed there in your teeth? ’
‘ is he dead yet? ’
‘ he has so many tubes in him, he looks like a set of bagpipes. ’
‘ glasses make me look weak. ’
‘ there aren’t enough people to fill a fucking canoe in here. ’
‘ i am in a room with three people and a fuckload of quiche. ’
‘ how do you suggest that i mingle with this few people? did simon mingle with garfunkel? ’
‘ she’s mediocre, really. of all the -ocres, she’s the mediest. ’
‘ i told him you were too busy to see him, but, as you see, he ignored me and, by implication, you. ’
‘ he’s a massive and total shit. when you first meet him, you think surely to god this man can’t be as big a shit as he seems, but he is. ’
‘ i’m not gonna say i don’t enjoy it. ’
‘ this has been pencil-fucked completely? ’
‘ what a dark thought. ’
‘ can we not strategize in a closet? ’
‘ i don’t have time to ignore you, ___. ’
‘ i mean, i misjudged things. fundamentally, i would say i misjoked. ’
‘ i am putting out two fires in there, and i turn around to find out that you have set fire to the fucking fire truck. ’
‘ i’m fluent in bastard. it’s one of my languages. ’
‘ that’s why i get paid the medium bucks. ’
‘ i want to get there early. i want the people who are on time to think that they’re late. ’
‘ i hope you don’t take this the wrong way, but can i just say — you kinda look like an asshole. ’
‘ i think i did the right thing, but i just need you to confirm that i did the right thing. ’
‘ i need you to make me have not said that. i need you to have… make me unsaid it. ’
‘ it’s unexpected, it’s funky, it’s kind of sexual. ’
‘ holy mother of god and sweet jesus christ. ’
‘ that screaming, falling sound is my fucking patience going out the window. ’
‘ today feels like the perfect storm, doesn’t it? ’
‘ people won’t equate you with a natural disaster. ’
‘ you are like an… earlobe. you’re just there. just wobbling. ’
‘ goody, i love humor. ’
‘ i guess all those tears must be dehydrating. ’
‘ use your instincts and your eyes, then your hands and arms. ’
‘ i’m canceling the lunch that was supposed to prove there’s nothing more important than ___ because something more important than ___ has come up. ’
‘ just pretend like you’re talking seriously to me. ’
‘ ___’s smile is starting to crack. ’
‘ oh, what a fistful of fucks. ’
‘ you’re trying to control the weather. you are not fucking thor. ’
‘ stop talking to me like a fucking politician. ’
‘ you looking for some fresh backs to stab? ’
‘ you’re not even your mom’s favorite ___, ___. ’
‘ in spite of your preface, i did not sense a whole lot of respect in that question. ’
‘ you have the social skills of someone who was raised by wolves. ’
‘ i would, but i’ve got a game of solitaire going on, so i think i’ll give that a skip. ’
‘ i can’t do it because it’ll make it look like a thing. ’
‘ do you have a suit you can change into? ’
‘ that door should be half its height so that people can only approach me in my office on their goddamn, motherfucking knees. ’
‘ i am gonna throw up a leg, and then i am gonna beat ___ to death with it. ’
‘ well, i have no idea who you are, so i don’t know whether it’s a pleasure or not. ’
‘ oh, my god, i am having the shittiest day. ’
‘ is she falling asleep? ’
‘ are you really waving? she cannot see you through the tv. ’
‘ please stop staring at me like that. undressing me with your eyes. ’
‘ i’m adding more clothes. ’
‘ left him a voicemail. called him a name. ’
‘ i was not in my own apartment last night. i just… i overslept. ’
‘ i was breathing really heavily, though. you don’t think anyone noticed that, do you? ’
‘ he’s not supposed to register emotion. ’
‘ that wouldn’t spoil your plans, would it? ’
‘ he is already a huge advocate of the devil’s. ’
‘ i won’t say it. i’ll just think it. ’
‘ my chief criticism is that i don’t fully understand it. ’
‘ that’s like trying to use a croissant as a fucking dildo. it doesn’t do the job and it makes a fucking mess. ’
‘ well, i feel like provoking someone. ’
‘ i’ve been trying to cynically use you, but you’re so fucking low-rent, you can’t even be exploited. ’
‘ any restaurant that serves anything in a fuckload is not a nice restaurant. ’
‘ you’re not that great to be around. ’
‘ are you believing this fucking day? ’
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Can we talk about Claudia and how she is truly such a Louis and Lestat’s daughter, she’s literally the perfect blend of these two like
she has Louis’s tranquil fury and repression but Lestat’s dramatics style
Louis’s manners and eloquence but Lestat’s eye for aesthetics
Louis’s fragility and Lestat’s relentlessness
Louis’s restraint and Lestat’s confidence
Louis’s inner suffering and Lestat’s cruelty
Louis’s “I’m right, you’re wrong” and Lestat’s “Don’t tell me what to do”
Louis’s maturity and Lestat’s brattiness
Louis’s poetic nature and Lestat’s musical artistry
Louis’s innocent demeanour and Lestat’s cunning
Louis’s alienation and introversion but Lestat’s neediness and fear of lonelines
Look how in that infamous “…endowments you’ll never possess” scene she almost immediately loses it Lestat style (even more obviously in the book) but somehow manages to control herself and suppress it - Louis style. God, that is why she’s so powerful. She’s the best of both worlds.
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babydxhl·:
Mary looks back at the man. She takes a minute, then, unblinking, feeling cold anger solidify in her gut.
"It’s none of your business.” Her words are steady, firm. “You can’t just do whatever you want.” But Claudia can, Mary knows this; the knowing only makes her angrier, icier.
What is she supposed to say? He bought my groceries and made sure I didn’t get shot. It isn’t about what he did, or that she’s going to have to hire someone else. He had been hers, like property, like a petty thief stealing tools out of the back of a truck.
"Can't I?" Claudia challenges, cool nonchalance slowly turning into rage. "And what about you? Do you really expect me to believe he meant more to you than another living doll for you to play with until you bled him dry? At least I was succinct. We’re getting too old for these games, don’t you think?”
She gets up to leave from the sofa, letting her cruel words sink in and leaving Mary to clean up the mess she felt really belonged to her.
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