Eric Cantor's Bitch Face

“I don’t care what a twitter is, Brad, just fucking take it down.”

“Jeans? Do I look like a fucking coal miner to you?”

“Then tell the co-op board we’ll wire it from the Caymans account. Jesus Christ, Marlene.”

“I’m going to fucking bathe in Purell.”

“Actually, it’s ‘honoraria’.”

“Who fucking cares who’s playing? It’s a luxury box.”

“You eat food from a truck? What is this, Calcutta?”

“Where the fuck is my smoothie?”

“Those fucking Jonas brothers have ruined the Hamptons.”

“So help me, Gloria, I will revoke your work visa in a second.”

“It’s a first edition. You’re not supposed to read it.”

“I don’t need P90X. I’m doing a juice fast.”

“I didn’t go to prep school, George Washington, William & Mary and Columbia so I could go to work for some bartender.”

“Excuse me? Waitress? I specifically said no endive in my salad. No endive. Do you need me to write it down for you?”

“Um, sweetie? That lavatory is for first class passengers only.”