But I'd still love to see her get credit for... Somehow perfectly walking the line between the Douglas Sirk pathos the show wants to give us, and the amateurish Tyler Perry farce it inevitably produces.
You know? Like, I often feel that every show has one or two actors that get the show, if you know what I mean, more than the others. Often, they're the ones you see taking on the director role in later seasons, not coincidentally; often they are the last ones you'd suspect. (Vanessa Williams also, here, but only because they're going for a tone she'd already mastered on Betty, and because, like Huffman and Cross she's already a known formidable genius in her own right, and thus doesn't get quite the you go girl handicap of a Longoria or Helfer/Sackhoff/Park etc.) But it always comes down to tone, and timing, and all those things. How perfectly well Gaby fits into this universe. For a long time I thought it was Marcia Cross, but I don't even know what the hell she's thinking anymore; maybe it's always been ELP and she was just too hot to consider before. I just don't know how she does it, but I'm never unimpressed.
Anyway, Susan is now friends with all the nurses and phlebos and whoever, because that's Susan eternally: She smelled like pee and thought the lunch lady was her closest friend, and she will never change. Not even this old dick Dick, for whom we are rooting, will be able to bitchslap it out of her:
"When this beeper goes off, that means someone died. That's what we're waiting for: For some poor son of a bitch, who didn't use a helmet or a seat belt, to die. We're waiting for a doctor to ask a family who, moments earlier, lost someone they loved to let them harvest their organs. And then we're waiting to see who gets them. That's what we do: We wait for tragedy and then cross our fingers that it's us they wake up at two in the morning with the good news."
Jeez! That was amazing. Looks like somebody read some Ishiguro over the break. Or more likely, knowing the gross old queen that this show is, never heard of it until Queerty told him Andrew Garfield was nummy. Still, everything that rises. If you see what I'm saying.
And so but just to prove how wildly out-of-kilter Susan's bullshit is, Dick even tries to level with her as a person: "Susan. I know your intentions are good, but you don't have to distract me, or entertain me, or comfort me." And you know what that bitch says? Do you know what happens when she scrapes her skeleton claws along the bottom of the barrel where she keeps her bullshit and this is what she comes out with, after that musical little speech of his? I bet you fucking do. I bet you know it already: