Clutch the pearls, girls! The drama was delicious in this one, wasn't it? We kept switching sides in all the arguments because in the end, they all looked like a bunch of cranky toddlers past their nap times. Except Vanessa. She just looked loaded.
Sure, she embarrassed herself, but good lord, the high-falutin' judging going on! If we may be permitted to paraphrase the immortal words of the Duchess, "Lighten up, Bitches. It's just reality TV."
"You know Vanessa, I read
this interview where you said some really mean and hurtful things ..."
"Oh here we go."
Nora: Look, you signed up for it, you drunken bitch. Man up."
Robert: Women. What can you do? They're like sports cars."
Mario: "Oh man, that shit's kicking in. Keep your hands inside the car!"
"I agree with - excuse me but Kara Saun is speaking - I agree with Jay and Nora. Bottom line, it's all about your soul. As a costume designer, I, Kara Saun, have known disappointment, but I still have a soul. Me. Kara Saun."
"Totally."
Vanessa: You people are lame. Is there another bottle open?"
Wendy: "This is part of my 'stare straight ahead' strategy. I am a Cobra of fashion."
"Her hair is so pretty.""You know what? I don't need this bloody bullshit! I NEED ANOTHER GLASS OF WINE, FUCKERS!"
"I, Kara Saun, am embarrassed to be in the same room with you."
"That's it! I'm going somewhere where I WON'T BE JUDGED! AND THEY SERVE WINE! AND I HAVE A GOOD CHANCE OF GETTING BLOODY LAID!!!! So, FUCK OFF!!"
"HA! Our ratings are gonna go through the roof! Eat my shit, Gisele!"
[Screencaps: projectrungay.blogspot.com]
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