This is m u r d e r ,
none of us know what we’re talking about.
Oh, I’m gonna destroy you. Destroy us? We’re the ones with the proof of the first daughter whoring it up- These are children, you sick sons of bitches!
"She removes her wig, her eyelashes, her makeup, never breaking eye contact with the reflection of her natural self. It’s an intimate, powerful moment television doesn’t often show: A black woman removing all the elements white supremacy tells her she has to wear to be beautiful, successful, powerful." (x)
Meredith & Cristina in “Death and all his Friends”
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My god, you have no idea what you just walked into. [insp]
You’re tactful. But you know what? I’m not, which is why I can say that you’re a two-faced, condescending bitch who will never make a nickel off my dead grandma’s braciole!
Children die, Mrs. Grant. I don’t have children, so you may think it’s horrible for me to say that. Maybe it is. But it’s also a fact. That of all the millions of Americans who’ll be watching and listening to the State of the Union Address tonight there are thousands of people out there whose children have died. Just like yours. But unlike you, they didn’t get to spend three months flipping through trash and eating potato chips. They got three days to grieve. Three weeks if they were lucky. Or they would lose their jobs. And make no mistake, Mrs. Grant. You have a job.
It started with a b a n g
Desperate Housewives; 3. October 2004 → 13. May 2012
Mellie Grant → Randy, Red, Superfreak, and Julia