August 10, 2009 | 0 Comments
Maisy: Oh, Bree. What a nice surprise. Would you like to come in? Bree: Well, that depends. Are you having an affair with my husband?
Maisy: Oh, Bree. What a nice surprise. Would you like to come in? Bree: Well, that depends. Are you having an affair with my husband?
Bree: As of this moment, Rex, I am no longer your wife. I am going to go out, and find the most vindictive lawyer I can find, and…
Maisy: You’re not going to tell a soul. Bree, you may hate me, but you’d hate the humiliation a lot more. Bree: Oh, I don’t hate you,…
Mary Alice: To understand Maisy Gibbons, you first need to know how she spent her afternoons. Her mornings were spent running errands for…
Mary Alice: Every morality play has its cast of characters. There is always an innocent victim…a deceitful villain…a prosecutor who…
Mary Alice: No one knew where Martha Huber was, and Edie Britt was starting to worry. Edie didn’t like worrying. She felt it gave her…
Bree: Were you with a woman? Did you tell her that you have a wife or does that hinder your pick-up style? Rex: All right. Even if I was…
Gabrielle: Susan, hi. Do you want to help with the seating cards? Susan: Sure. Do you want to tell me why you had your foot in John…
Gabrielle: I’m the one who was sleeping your son. I’m so sorry. Helen: So when it started, he was sixteen? Gabrielle: But Helen you have…
Edie: Crap! Crap! Crap! I’m telling you, all of the good dresses are taken. Well, what the hell am I supposed to wear? Lynette: Well,…