“That’s right. Get thee behind me, bitches. I don’t got no time for you. Ha! (Tabitha)”
“What’s wrong with you?” He sneered. “You’re not her, that’s what’s wrong with you. What’s she got that you don’t? Bitch, she’s got me and you never fuckin’ did.”
“Get thee behind me, tragedy.”
“Get thee behind me, Satan!”
“I think you’re making a mistake,” she whispered. “You don’t need to go that party to meet a guy, you’ve got one that’s crazy about you right here,” she said, leaving me alone.”
“Get thee behind me, Satan. Seek not come between a lover and his love.”