It's compelling. Even just on paper, without the attendant snarls and cockeyed loony Sofia-ness, it's very threatening. And we're talking about Marin Hinkle, whom I love but come on... she's never not played a lightweight. I'd like to see her fight back, I guess, but when I try to imagine that it's just a sudden scuffle -- like a dogfight -- and a blur of motion and then she's all in pieces. Or instantly vaporized, shadow burned onto the wall behind her.
Julian: "Well the conference couldn't have gone better. In terms of demand for the product, I whored out that imaginary seven-year-old like she was JT LeRoy. But Dwight Haverstock wants a sit-down with you."
Robert, verbatim: "If I beat that deviant with a stick, it would be disrespectful to the stick."
Julian: "Is that a saying? Because it's awesome. But seriously, talk to the guy."
Robert: "Nope. And it's none of your business why."
(Did your brain immediately go to Vivian? Mia's father wasn't necessarily a teenager, right? Is that too gross? Am I betraying myself as too gross for even going there?)
Robert: "No! Find a better way!"
Julian: "We're already pretending that drug trials don't exist. Now you're saying we pretend the FDA doesn't exist?"
Robert: "I can't help but think Edward is the better son today. Look at your brother. No matter how many people he rapes and kills, he still faces the world every single day. Think about that. Learn to deal with adversity."
Sofia: "Oh Hunter, just try it. It's goose liver, there's nothing more delicious."
Tater Tots: "Gross! Don't they like, lock the goose in a box and force-feed it?"
Sofia: "Very little of value in the world happens because an angel kisses a unicorn. Get used to that, young lady."
Whatever does happen from that, though, sounds very valuable indeed.
Joanna: "Hey, Samantha! How about that bottle of wine?"
Samantha: "Oh no. I am not talking to you anymore. What would be the point? I got nothing to vent about. My marriage couldn't be less crumbly, frankly."
Joanna: "Is he beating you? Is that what this is about?"
Samantha: "...Gonna say no? I mean, not like how you mean it. Not him. He's creepy, but not in that way."
Joanna: "Because you seemed pretty adamant about wanting to leave yesterday."