If My Head Explodes Because Of This Show, Do You Think I Could Sue?
Reese: Come on. God, you know what, honey? I think about all the times that I sat by her hospital bed for months, holding her hand, praying for her that she'd get better, and what? She wakes up now and suddenly I'm her enemy?
Bianca: No, no --
Reese: Bianca, how are we going to get married? All we have been talking about for months is wanting Kendall's blessing. So how are we supposed to walk down the aisle without it? You know what? You know, the truth of the matter is that -- the truth is, we'd all just be better if she hadn't --
I swear to God, this crazy, clingy, vapid, effing twit better end that sentence with "...been born with such amazingly glossy, curly hair, because she's giving the entire world a massive inferiority complex" or else I will go postal.