January 17, 2011 | 0 Comments
Stella: Come by tomorrow. We’ll squeeze you in between Nothing to Do and Waiting for Death.
Stella: Come by tomorrow. We’ll squeeze you in between Nothing to Do and Waiting for Death.
Lynette: Want a salad? Frank: Lemme check. Nope, still got a penis!
Tom: I hope you can forgive me for this. It would be a shame, a shame if some meaningless encounter 20 years ago ruined this life we’ve…
Lynette [on Tom’s affair]: I’m not ready to get over it. I have a lot of anger to work through before we sweep this under the carpet and…
Lynette [to Renee]: I hate you. A lot. But I do foresee a day far in the future when I might only hate you a little.
Felicia [to Mike]: Somebody’s been a naughty boy. I guess you changed your mind about that proposal I made. Don’t get me wrong. I’m…
Mary Alice: You could no longer hear the screams of frightened bystanders or the angry chants of protesters or the cries of help from the…
Paul: Hey, those are your friends out there Lynette. The solid citizens of Fairview. Tell me again why you think they’re better than a…
Mayor [to Paul]: I must say, I don’t know how you got your neighbors to agree to a halfway house on their street. But they must think a…
Bree: It’s six o’clock. How long have you been kneeling there? Keith: I don’t know, but after you answer this, I’m gonna need you to help…