Well Mary, before you go block the exit, could you hand me that box of Toenails behind you. As long as you're in the kitchen, you could make yourself useful. Also, lets get you a paper hat and keep the face touching to a minimum, m'kay?
At the very least, Mary, I'm sooooo glad you didn't pause and trot out those feel good platitudes over your Kelk casserole to an instant dinner party.Or was that all going on in your head? Oh Mary, I should never have doubted you, working through that addled meds-need-adjusting thing again!
I wonder how the cops are going to arrive? Guns blazing or sneaking up?Guess we'll have to wait til Valentine's Day to find out.
Maybe if Bree reads her scripted lines that Moy left for her on that pad a little slower.....
He doesn't look like the type to be tangled with, but he DOES look like the type to be meddled with!
Now might be a good time to tangle with Thuggy, as he just shaved again
Oh Mary, always the optimist. Does she really think her 1973 Nova Coupe is going to stop the awesome power of Gorilla McSurly's Abductmobile? If she believes that, she must be imbibing on that new alcoholic power drink that everyone is talking about: larsoco (my VW).
Yeah, what's up with that anyway? Maybe Thuggy shaved on Sunday, while Mary ran home to do the Christmas dinner thing.Looks like Mary has a large pencil sticking out of her shoulder.If Bree wants to keep Thuggy occupied, she should bring him another beer, "on the house".
"the type to be tangled with"... Priceless Moy. Anyone not using a her Chinese to English translation software would have said "the type to tangle with." I just can't wait until they have to be untangled.
Not only has he shaved his face, he's also shaved the backs of his hands and tweezed his left eyebrow."Gorilla McSurly: Metrosexual Abductor", coming soon to a comics page near you.
Meanwhile, the police are blocked from getting to Diner (the place isn't 'worthy' of a name like 'Good Eats') by the Edsel blocking the parking lot entrance. Good job Mary!
I'm on the edge of my seat, I tell you!
I like how the guy flipping flapjacks is unaware of the ongoing drama. I'll bet a cigarette is dangling from his lips, and he's dropping ashes onto the grill.
What? Diner has a parking lot? To me it's always looked like it sits in the middle of the hospital's front lawn. Maybe the police can park by the ER entrance and hotfoot it across the grass...
Who's the young guy at the Christmas dinner table? Some random teenager? Or is Jeff ageing in reverse?--Beagle Vet
Good grief,sit tight, Bree! With the holidays and budget cuts, it's going to TAKE AWHILE to round up some volunteers and vehicles to storm Diner! I'm just waiting for another customer to come in and go "who the he** blocked the driveway with their car and....heeey, aren't you the Goleta girl's kidnapper!? " That should stir things up a bit.
I expect a swat team to descend on Diner similar to the one that responded to the Griswolds in Christmas Vacation. Up against the wall you evil doer.
If I yearn for Brie to take a head shot in the ensuing mayhem, does that make me a bad person?
Prediction- Not only will Scott & his handsome, single partner show up to rescue Emily, arrest Thuggy & save the day, the handsome partner will also ask Bree for a date. That, my friends, is a meddle trifecta!
Maude: oh yeah, I'd forgotten about the waitress who was hoping that real love would "happen to her". That was before those beatniks stole Mary's purse.Upon further review:Wasn't that waitress named Allison?. She looked like Bree.
It would be nice if the police would show up before we have to endure Mary's boring New Year's Eve party...WV: "rentest" - the most expensive apartments at Charterstone (probably the ones located farthest from Mary's).
I want to know how, on Christmas Day, Mary escaped Diner and served Christmas dinner in her home.
@Anonymous: she flew on her broom...
I'm pretty sure that was Christmas breakfast, not dinner. Mary was clearly serving toast with syrup, and white wine. Red wine with bacon, white with toast. Right?
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