Well, Alley Mills has just killed me once again. Lock 'er up, officers!
Upon hearing that Stephanie has made an exception to her "I will see none of my loved ones but Eric until my passing" policy, but learning that the exception was made for Brooke and not for her, Pam... well, she:
Can someone not give this woman a hug? I love the way Alley Mills plays her so much when they give her material of actual substance. It seems odd to use the word "guileless" for a woman who's constantly up to shenanigans and trickery and deceit, but it's strangely apt. And I find that guilelessness so heartbreaking and endearing.
Less heartbreaking and endearing is the inanity going on over at Bill's house. Now look, I'm a lifelong soap viewer and I'm well aware that one character accidentally walking in on another character naked to create sexual tension between the two is, like, Soap Staples 101. And that's fine by me. We need these staples. They're not going to surprise us and subvert the genre 250 times a year.
See? Cute. Standard stuff. And fine with me. I do not want them to move forward with this pairing, but it's clear that it's happening. (It's a little hysterical to me that Taylor ran to Katie to warn her that Brooke and Bill are getting closer, as if that wasn't precisely Katie's long-term plan.) But we've only just recently gotten over our PTSD from the whole "Cha cha cha!" corniness -- must we now be subjected to months and months of "stallion" references and competely on-the-nose NEIGHING sound effects? No, for serious. Because eww.