"And now, Madam," I addressed her, "we shall try who shall get the breeches."

The lady doth protest too much, me thinks

I think women get a little crazier when they run in packs. They want to outdo each other.

Make the doors upon a woman's wit,
and it will out at the casement;
shut that, and 'twill out at the key-hole;
stop that, 'twill fly with the smoke out at the chimney.

Dispute not with her: she is lunatic.

You can't beat women anyhow and that if you are wise or dislike trouble and uproar you don't even try to.