“I am wounded, truly wounded. You cut me to my soul. I don’t know how I can go on. I hang my head in shame. You have discovered the very heart of me and laid me open for all to see. I don’t know how I can bear the humiliation now that your razor-sharp perspicacity has carved out my self-esteem and exposed it to the judgement of a cold, cold world. Your withering wit humbles me, truly…”
Oh, sure. I don’t think I’m always right, but at any given time, I think the opinion that I hold is right. How could I do otherwise? That’s what it means to hold an opinion: to think that that opinion is right.
I always wanted to know what the second “airtight” retort was from George. You know, the one where he gets smacked down, drives off, and turns back around because he’s got a better one.
Ooh, that reminds me of a retort that I’ve never had the nerve to use: “Listen, sister, if I want your opinion, I’ll beat it out of ya.” I got this from an Elvira movie. I’m sure it existed earlier, but I love the way Elvira delivers the line.
My response to “So, you think you’re so smart!” is “I hope so, otherwise, all that time I spent learning stuff was a waste of time.”
My husband sometimes says “You always have to be right!” I tell him. “No, I just hate allowing someone I love to walk around with a head full of misinformation!”