美劇絕望的主婦聽寫:第5期
I can't believe you tried to kill me. Yes, well, I feel badly about that. I told you, mrs. Huber came over, and I got distracted. It was a mistake. Since when do you make mistakes? What's that supposed to mean? It means I'm sick of you being so damn perfect all the time. I-I'm sick of the bizarre way your hair doesn't move. I'm sick of you making our bed in the morning before I've even used the bathroom. You're this plastic suburban housewife with her pearls and her spatula who says things like "we owe the hendersons a dinner." Where's the woman I fell in love with... who used to burn the toast and drink milk out of the carton... and laugh? I need her. Not this cold, perfect thing you've become. These need water.