PILOT
Amanda (to her California attorney): My mother is a meddling, overbearing, smothering nightmare.
Amanda (to her California attorney): My mother is a meddling, overbearing, smothering nightmare.
Sharon: My Bible’s in
my other purse.
Carlene: Of course
she’s single, Sharon. Most widows are.
Carlene: Ladies, it
is not appropriate to speak of such things on the phone. I’ll see you in church.
Gigi: Dallas and
southern California have the same weather without the liberals.
Will: Grandma, I mean
Gigi, do you have internet?
Gigi: Why would
I? I don’t watch porn.
Gigi: Nobody can turn
grief into a six-percent commission better than Heather [RE agent].
Amanda: I’ve been
sober for eighteen months, Mother.
Gigi: Why?
Amanda (to son, Will):
You know? Whatever awful things
your father did, he was a really good dad and that’s the only memory worth
keeping. I love you.
Amanda: I encourage
them [my children] to find their own spirituality.
Gigi: Cut the commie
crap. My grandchildren are going to
church so they can go to heaven. End of
story. Amen.
Carlene (to Amanda):
Well, darling, we all hope you’re here for good. And not evil.
Amanda: OMG, she’s
[Carlene’s] praying for me.
Gigi: See, people
around here really care.
Heather: She’s
[Amanda] not even gonna be able to afford indoor plumbing [on her living
allowance authorized by the Feds while they investigate her because of her
husband’s Ponzi scheme and embezzlement.]
Carlene: Jesus didn’t
have it.
Heather [to Amanda, while searching for a house]: Don’t worry.
They don’t allow takeoffs and landings between midnight and four a.m.
Ripp: Where the heck
are you, kitten?
Carlene: I’m going to
be a little late, precious.
Ripp: You sound
upset. What’s wrong? What can I do? How can I help?
Carlene: Well, I had
to get some body work done and they messed up my colon. [walking over to
mechanic and now speaking to him.]
Darling, it’s John 3:16. The
colon goes between the three and the sixteen.
[walking away and now whispering to her husband:] I don’t think he’s Christian.
Heather (to Amanda): But should you decide to have some (cosmetic) work done, always check the car the doctor drives. If it’s a Ferrari, hire him. If it’s a pickup, it means he lost a lawsuit.
Amanda (saying her prayer out loud at church): Count your blessings . . . how blessed we all are. Our homes, families, friends. The blessing of forgiveness. For we all need to forgive and be forgiven. Personally, I have been blessed with a second chance. To start over. To do better . . . Thankful to have a job. At Boobylicious. I’m grateful to my employer, The Kitten Corp. Which is a wholly owned subsidiary of Cockburn Unlimited. God bless Ripp and Carlene Cockburn.
Amanda [to her mother, after her public prayer and
embarrassment of Carlene]: I’m thinking
I kinda like this church stuff.
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