“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.”

“BRODIE:Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned for SEGA.”

“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.”

“Songs of myselfI am the poet of the Body and I am the poet of the Soul, The pleasures of heaven are with me and the pains of hell are with me, The first I graft and increase upon myself, the latter I translate into new tongue. I am the poet of the woman the same as the man, And I say it is as great to be a woman as to be a man,..”

“Hell hath no fury like a man embarrassed by a woman”

“Earth has no fury like love to hatred turn'dNor hell a fury like a woman scorn'd”