From now, we are enemies... You and I. Because You choose for your instrument a boastful, lustful, smutty, infantile boy and give me for reward only to recognize the incarnation. Because you are unjust, unfair, unkind, I will block you, I swear it. I will hinder and harm your creature as far as I am able. I will ruin Your incarnation.
—Antonio Salieri, Amadeus
Lt. Stillman: So, Andi's a phenom, Grace is a grinder.
Jeffries: And they hate each other.
Scotty: Like Mozart and... that other guy.
Jeffries: And they hate each other.
Scotty: Like Mozart and... that other guy.
— Cold Case, referencing the above
You want to hear "insane?" "Nathan Drake raced a madman and his entire army to the steps of Shambhala." "Nathan Drake found a lost city in the middle of the Rub al'Khali desert." "Nathan Drake discovered the fabled El Dorado!" "Nathan Drake is a legend!" (Evil Laugh) You know, I shot the man who told me that.
— Rafe Adler, Uncharted 4: A Thief's End
...simply moderate giftedness has been made worthless by the printing press and radio and television and satellites and all that. A moderately gifted person who would have been a community treasure a thousand years ago has to give up, has to go into some other line of work, since modern communications put him or her into daily competition with nothing but world's champions.... A moderately gifted person has to keep his or her gifts all bottled up until, in a manner of speaking, he or she gets drunk at a wedding and tap-dances on the coffee table like Fred Astaire or Ginger Rogers. We have a name for him or her. We call him or her an "exhibitionist." How do we reward such an exhibitionist? We say to him or her the next morning, "Wow! Were you ever drunk last night!"
— Kurt Vonnegut, Bluebeard
When some men fail to accomplish what they desire to do they exclaim angrily, "May the whole world perish!" This repulsive emotion is the pinnacle of envy, whose implication is "If I cannot have something, no one can have anything, no one is to be anything!"
All games end today. So many years... So many fights... So. Much. Hate. I used to tell you that I blamed you for my uncle's death. I only said that because I hoped it might hurt. I told you that it was a matter of honor; that you struck me and vendetta must be observed. But that's a lie. I hate you because he was going to teach you all seven steps of his most secret martial form, instead of me! I hate you because he chose you. That's all. I had him killed by a Cobra sniper, but you... All I've wanted for years is to kill you myself!
—Storm Shadow to Snake Eyes, G.I. Joe: Resolute
I hated her. Flaunting her pretty little self around! On her way to graduate early! All the teachers just loved to talk about how great she was! [...] She has the perfect life while I had nothing. I don't just let people walk all over me like that.
—Grasshead, The Brains And The Brawn
I envy and hate her! The honors that I, Lesla-Lar, have earned in Kandor as a scientific genius are nothing compared to the acclaim the people of Earth will give Supergirl when they learn of her existence!
— Lesla-Lar, The Unknown Supergirl
I'd tell you Supergirl's going to try and follow you, but I think she'll have her hands full dealing with Cat's editorial. I'm going to try and stop it, but that woman really has an axe to grind. She doesn't like someone half her age flying through Metropolis and turning heads.
— Lois Lane, Superman: Brainiac
"How now, Streibough?" This ghost—it lives and speaks! For I was buried not by stone and fury, but by inspiration driven to act... The statue's secret. I found it... And then... Stifled feeling overwhelmed! In that moment, I knew how I'd finally best you. And rescue Alethea—my true love! With magic I would win the day. A trap I'd feign to send you running with the priest. 'Twas simple... Heh heh heh... Easy... Hah hah hah... With such fear you fled! Ahahahaha! The contest's champion, so strong and bold...abandoned good Hasshe—hero left to rot! But blackest, final crime was soon to come. When guided I your hand in murder just of a thieving king who gifted you my love! Disgraced... Yet still you came to ruin us! As is your wont. A singular creature. Insatiable destroyer! Selfish beast! You've never been content to share your spoils. I tried, friend. I believed that you could change... But that competition in you cannot. You'd never settle—never let me win! Not even when I begged! For love! For love! You've no idea how I wept that night... You lustful wretch! How could you understand!? You've never loved nor lost, nor known shame! But that was then. I've newfound strength. You'll see! A final bout to settle it, my friend! To prove a faithful follower better, and champion crowned champion no more! You will repay my loyalty—in death!
— Streibough, Live A Live
SpongeBob: Patrick... how long are you gonna keep this up?!
Patrick: Until I have as many awards as you.
SpongeBob: We'll see about that!
Patrick: No, we won't!
Patrick: Until I have as many awards as you.
SpongeBob: We'll see about that!
Patrick: No, we won't!
