Couldn't she have just have picked up the phone to talk to Daddy?
Miss Baby Jane Hudson's Abode
I may be the biggest house in Brentwood, but I also have PTSD.
Sixteen years of dry sheets!
"Sure, turn back time, Bitch! First, you're selling. Then, you're not selling. Then, you're selling again. You vomit egyptian crap onto my foyer only to replace it with monastery souvenirs. Sell me to Beyonce for all I care. I'm sick of your shit."
I'll never get all of that lube off of my floors!
"Bitch, you know what you did in Beverly Hills. That shit won't fly here. Keep it classy with a capital 'K' or I'll trip your fat drunken ass down the stairs and your chins won't stop wobblin' for a week."
"Beige! Nothing but beige as far as the eye can see! What is color? Must they purchase everything by the room from Restoration Hardware? Goodbye, beige-loving Marky Mark. I hope you find happiness in a mcmansion suburb with your beigey beige kind."
"They Danke Schoened your hole in the stable. They Danke Schoened your hole in the parrot cage. They danke schoened your hole on the plastic slipcovers of your private jet. Now, they've Danke Schoened your sloppy ass into bankruptcy. Hah! Now, I'm a tear-down."
And told the public that drunken mother-fucker passed out after choking on a pretzel!