I'll stick with you baby for a thousand years
Nothing's gonna touch you in these golden years, gold
Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Is there any doubt that Helen Martin is a lonely old heiress who has seen more than her share of sadness brought on by her decadent life of leisure? Look at her eyes, and the anger masking a sense of deep longing. Her highball glass full of very red wine. Her porcelain princess phone and its classy but ultimately colorless design. Not to mention she has an embarrassing case of the (parenthetical) hiccups.
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