“Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. And until tonight I had always felt that there was a lot in it. I had never scorned a woman myself, but Pongo Twistleton once scorned an aunt of his, flatly refusing to meet her son Gerald at Paddington and give him lunch and see him off to school at Waterloo, and he never heard the end of it.”
“BRODIE:Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned for SEGA.”
“Hell hath no fury like a bureaucrat scorned.”
“Hell hath no fury like a liberal arts major scorned.”
“Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, and all that jazz. Anna use to be the abstinence poster girl, but post-Shaw you could write a comic book about the many adventures of her vagina. It could wear a cape.”
“But I'm a woman, and as the great poet so cleverly wrote, hellhath no fury as a woman scorned. Consider me your personal hell.”