Violet on Weiner
Mom: Well, what about that silly Clinton? Same thing.
Me: It’s the little brain. Men and their little extra brains. Like the dinosaur that had an extra brain just to control its tail.
Mom: Okay, help me find your Dad’s glucosamine.
It's yet another scandal in a small town where torture and murder are the norm -- but gag me with a spoon.
I keep hearing the word "predator" and then realizing the word is really "creditor." That both/and goes for most everything in Versailles, these days, I guess.