March 18, 2012 | 0 Comments
Carlos: Hey babe, I’m in the middle of something. Gaby: Obviously not shaving or putting on deodorant. You look like a terrorist.
Carlos: Hey babe, I’m in the middle of something. Gaby: Obviously not shaving or putting on deodorant. You look like a terrorist.
Gaby: It’s like royal wedding with a hint of slut.
Susan: I don’t know how to tell people what kind of man Mike was… what kind of father, husband and friend he was. I just never thought…
Mary Alice: We all take the gift of life for granted, if only we could slow things down because before you knew it, the gift is gone.
Mrs. McCluskey: What are you doing? That’s my suicide pie!
Bree: No, I can’t kill you today. I have Pilates.
Carlos: When I got home from prison, all you left me was a post it that said: Take out the trash, ex-con.
Lynette: Come in! And don’t be an axe murderer.
Renee: A loan shark and a Jehovah witness? Not a combo you see often.
Lynette: My son eats waffsicles!