Foxy Brown Back in Town : Not only are the Women of Prison cajoling
Kit and yelling at her, but we -- most audibly Carly & I (surprise!) -- are
also expressing shouts of glee and amusement. We love Pam Grier. This is
full-on 100% PAM GRIER. She is working that hallway like Miss Jay, fully
superfly. The girls wave and Kit's just like, clickity-clack, clickity-clack,
I am Jackie Brown, fuck all of y'all. I love Kit Porter, best character
ever.
Sleeping Inches From Me, I'll Let it Pass : Helena's all shook up
following the shower show-down, and Kit's there to give her advice, e.g.,
"click up" means "join a gang." Clearly visiting Helena in jail is instant
comedy gold, I hope she never gets out. Helena tells her about Dusty (Okay,
yeah, her name is Dusty. We know this now. I liked "Bunny" better, but oh
well. But sidenote: Really L Word really? Why are all your character names
so fucking ridiculous?! Papi!?! Dusty? Max? Slim Daddy?!!?!!) and it's easy
to see Helena's gettin' serious frisky -- she's been 'watching' Dusty
(there's not a whole lot else to watch in that room, but whatevs) and tells
Kit that Dusty's got this "quiet intensity" and she's also very strong. Kit
says she sounds independent ... the kind of girl who's good to know.
Kittism #1: "Oh girl ... that means if Jackie even look atchoo wrong,
she's gotta answer to Dusty. Girl, I hope Dusty's tough enough to take care
of you."
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Helena: "How do you know all this?"
Kitttism #2: "I been places, okay? ... shit. Have I."
*
And Across the Kitchen Table, I Fired Several Rounds, But You Were Still
Sitting There When the Smoke Cleared : It's double date time! What a
perfect evening for exposition! Tasha's not coming clean to JoBette
regarding her deployment from the army. Then they spot Joyce and Phyllis.
Jodi, because she has superpowers (srsly, this is like the coolest thing
about being deaf I'd think, being able to read body language so acutely),
says Joyce and Phylllis are breaking up.
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Cait: "They're all at the same restaurant?"
Carly : "There's only one restaurant in all of L.A. ... actually,
they're probably at The Planet, this is like the backroom, the Italian
restaurant. 'The Planet II: Italian Cuisine, Wine Bar.'"
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Do You Still Want a Shot at Love with Joyce?: For a lawyer, Joyce
isn't so good at making an argument. She tells Phyllis that playing the
field is pointless 'cause she's not gonna find someone any better than
Joyce. That's really mean, Joyce. Boo. Phyllis reacts how any woman would:
she drinks more.
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Fuck and Run: Speaking of drinking ... Shane''s getting drunkity
drunk drunk and it's fucking hilarious. Shane asks if Tina sees anyone she
likes. Maybe she's hoping to pawn off one of her paramours, who continue to
wink and smile in her direction. Tina offers: "This has gotta be the
straightest wedding on earth. No lesbian's ever gonna get laid here."Har har.
Shane's like "Shit I need a drink." This could be her 10th or 100th drink.
That's right Shane, you're only young once, rock it. They head to the bar
and run into Jenny -- who says the girls can't stop raving about how well
Shane DID them! Get it?!omg. She's like "Guess what Shane?"
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Carly: My trash bag is full. My trash bag that I keep all my earthly
possessions in from Season One.
Me : Her entrails.
Carly : My entrails are in this bag.
Me : My liver is in here. My sweet meats!
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We're usually pretty right on with our predictions, but not this time. The
truth is much less thrilling: Willy said Shane could do Jenny's hair too!
What a treat! Didn't work out so well last time but uh ... Jenny asks Tina
about her wedding gift as a segue into introducing her larger gift and the
indentured servant who picked it up for her -- "limited edition kitchenaid
artisan stand mixer in metallic chrome." Adele notes: "It's a dream
appliance." I almost want that to be the quote of the week. Almost.
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