December 22, 2009 | 0 Comments
Tom: It’ll be ok, I’m looking for a job, and in the meantime we’ve got enough money to live on for the next… four months. Lynette: So…
Tom: It’ll be ok, I’m looking for a job, and in the meantime we’ve got enough money to live on for the next… four months. Lynette: So…
Carlos: Damn it! Gabrielle: Whatever it is, I can explain.
Bob: I can’t believe they wouldn’t let you sing with them. Lee: It’s their group, they can do whatever they want. Whores.
Bree: Karl, when we began this affaire, we agreed to be discreet. Do you know what discreet means? No skywriting!
Susan: Oh, crap. Who’s dead now?
Mrs. McCluskey: Wanna see me go all Grinch on your ass?
Gabrielle: Hey, cut her some slack. She’s Romanian, okay? When your people are being chased into Argentina by angry cossacks, maybe a…
Lynette: She was pissed when I didn’t tell her you might be pregnant. If I don’t tell her about this, I’m dead. Julie: Come on, Lynette….
Katherine: Not only did Susan shoot me at point blank range, she trashed me to all my friends and neighbors.
Gabrielle: I’m been home-schooling my daughter and it’s been a living Hell, so I tried to bribe someone to get her into Catholic school.