I know you bitches are wondering how I turned out. Any questions?
Was I the reason you became a lesbian?
Did you go to college?
We're you ever thrashed in that 1960s way for your fresh mouth?
Don't project, Glen. Besides, you're just jealous that I've gotten more dick than you have.
R2, yes, I went to college. NYU class of 1976.
R3, my BPD mother never would've left a mark. Daddy wouldn't put up with that shit, and she knew it.
I noticed in the last episode that you started speaking in that vocal fry register that's so popular with the young ladies these days. How very fashion forward of you! How did you foresee that trend?
Do your fingers stink from masturbating?
R5, I told the producers I didn't like Kiernan Shipka playing me. That's all her, and I take no responsibility.
R6= Glen Bishop. Enough said.
How was Woodstock?
So, is Betty really as bad as they portray her?
When did you start doing drugs?
I was only 14, R8. Yes, I was already smoking cigs and giving blow jobs at that age, but I hardly could've gotten into that shitfest.
R9, you mean besides pot? I didn't start the hard stuff until college. And yes, Betty was an emotionally-stunted, abusive cunt who died alone and bitter. Gene was the only one who showed up at her funeral, but that queen was always a softy.
Who dies first? Don or Betty?
What's up with Bobby?
Did you diddle our Skittle while your mom fucked Glen with a strap on?
Did you ever bump into Faye anywhere ?
We're you at all involved when your mom held down Sandy's arms to let your step-dad rape her?
Did you ever catch your brother Bobby dialing the phone with a pencil?
Sorry, doll. At the time NYU was a commuter school no Westchester darling of Sally's stature would have been caught dead at. More likely Vassar or Barnard.
Did it trouble you that aliens kept stealing Bobby and replacing him with someone else? No one seems to notice.
Where were you this week, Sally? We missed you?
Were you busy getting high? Fucking Glenn Bishop? Swilling Scotch behind Betty's back?
What's Gene's deal? He looks like a serial killer in the making.