You're entitled to your opinion. I'm entitled to ignore it.

I'd tell you a joke about my patience, but it ran out.

Congratulations on your opinion. Nobody asked.

Read the room? I am the room.

Me? Dramatic? Never. *flips hair*

My comeback is on two-day delivery.

I'm not ignoring you. I'm prioritising.

Throwing shade? No, just blocking the sun for you.

My sarcasm is a gift. You're welcome.

Nice try, but no.

Oh, you thought I cared? Adorable.

Your approval? I've never needed it.

Petty level: expert.

You're not my type. My type is people who make sense.

Your opinion has been noted and ignored.

Too glam to give you my attention.