February 17, 2010 | 0 Comments
Matthew: Are you worried yet? Cause I am. Betty: Not yet, just be patient, see what happens. (Edie, Bree, Susan and Gaby look over at…
Matthew: Are you worried yet? Cause I am. Betty: Not yet, just be patient, see what happens. (Edie, Bree, Susan and Gaby look over at…
Bree: I don’t understand. I mean, what would George be doing with a life-sized doll? Oh, dear lord.
Mary Alice: There were many ways to tell Bree Van De Kamp was a lady. She was courteous to those around her, she moved with elegance and…
Addison: You know you were saying you wanted to be part of my life? Susan: Uh huh… Addison: I’m at the police station. I need you to…
Gabrielle: You! What the hell did you do with my husband? Sister Mary: Please restrain yourself, Gabrielle, you are in the House of God….
Addison: Painting in the rain? Is that smart? Susan: Well, let me see. Painting in the rain or letting the whole world think I’m a whore?…
Mary Alice: (narrating) The stories are as old as time itself. The prodigal son who returns home to hte father who forgives him. (shot of…
Gabrielle: I may be a Catholic, but I am so not above slapping a nun.
Susan (standing in front of her garage with the word “whore” spray-painted on): Hello, Edie. Do you have something you’d like to say?…
Susan: Why can’t you go home and have sex with your wife, like a normal person? Addison: She’s a 68-year-old woman. That bell stopped…