Ladies: "She's actually right."
April: "Fuck every single one of you. Karen, you drove an entire family to death and madness. Joss, you destroyed a lesbian on your way up a corporate ladder you subsequently high-dived off of on a whim. Savannah, you're the most vicious fucking creep of all. How dare you tell me -- the one person here who has hurt zero of the people in my life -- what I am fucking allowed to do?"
DAMN. That's my girl.
Joss: "Yep. Nailed it. Let's go to Palm Springs early."
Savi: "I have to quote 'work.'"
April: "I have to something-something Lucy."
Karen: "I have to get murdered real quick by a crazy drunk lady."
Ladies: "None of us is going anywhere with just you, Josslyn, because we're not actually friends with you. See you tomorrow."
KAREN ... IN THERAPY?
Bull. Shit. Fuck off Karen's in therapy. I'm so sure. Where was this bitch when shit got emergent? "I am thinking of sleeping with my married insomnia patient," that's the first thing. "The fuck you are," lady would say. "Well, what if he were terminally ill?" Get the hell out of my office.
Lady: "Karen, I really wish you would come in more than once a year. Frankly I think you're a twice-a-weeker. But it's nice that you're here. Now, tell me how many things you have fucked up since last we spoke."
Karen: "His name was Tom Grey..."
Lady: "Holy shit."
Karen: "What? What was that, why did you make a face?"
Lady: "I did not. Go on with your stupid story."
Karen: "You go on. You and your crazy Miranda Richardson-in-The Crying Game bangs. You."
It is about to get so excellent.
Lady: "Okay, well. I know that family. And the reason that I know them is, the Widow Grey was institutionalized and he used to chill out right here in this mental hospital while they were fixing her. Well, 'fixing.' You do what you can."
Karen: "I knew she was crazy, but I meant it in terms of the social stigma of mental illness! I meant like, as a pejorative. Wait, she said she was a WASP and didn't believe in therapy. And then took a big ol' sip of bourbon."