Later on, Taystee is trying to read on her bunk, but her cubicle-mate, Suzanne, is making it very difficult by sitting upside down on her bed and making bizarre noises over and over and over again. Eventually, Taystee has reached her limit and she tells Suzanne that she's leaving to find a quieter place. Before she can go, though, Vee appears to try and get Taystee to talk to her. As she tries to make conversation, Suzanne cuts in, "There's so much blood rushin' to my head, I'm starting to feel like a tick! You
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know how they bite a deer and then it's like..." "Don't interrupt," orders Vee, sternly. This stops Suzanne immediately. Wow, that was impressive.
After Vee and Taystee's conversation goes sour, Vee turns her attention back to Suzanne. She tells her, "Thanks for being patient, letting me finish." Suzanne takes this and starts to go off on a tangent, to which Vee makes no attempt to even appear as if she's listening. Once she's ready, Vee asks her, "You work on the maintenance crew?" Suzanne responds in the affirmative, boasting of her "buffing" abilities, to which Vee compliments, "That's an impressive skill." Not used to this attention, particularly positive attention, Suzanne lights up, but quickly, she becomes suspicious of why Vee's being so nice to her. Gah, it's sad to see someone so unfamiliar with kindness, particularly when that someone is such a tender soul. She asks what Vee's name is, and Vee tells her while playfully pressing Suzanne's nose, which only serves to enchant Suzanne further. Vee gently grabs Suzanne's chin and raises her head to look her in the eyes: "It's nice to meet you, Suzanne." Before she can speak any |
further, a guard catches her and kicks her out of the bunk area, but she clearly left a big impression on Suzanne. It's nice to see someone treat her respectfully, but when it comes from Vee, I can't help but feel an underlying concern for what Vee's true intentions are. Suzanne, be careful.
After this, we get another flashback! Suzanne, her sister Grace, and her mother get out of the family station wagon with sleepover accessories in hand. When they ring the doorbell, a pleasant Stepford wife answers the door and warmly invites Grace into the party. Her eyes then fall on Suzanne and noticeably, the same invitation is not extended to her. Filling the awkward silence that is sitting between them all, Suzanne's mother tells her daughters, "Why don't you girls go on down and join the party? Have a great time!" Once they both are inside, she quietly says, "I hope you don't mind. We just feel it's important for Suzanne to have the same social development as Grace." Stepford does mind: "I don't think it's...appropriate for Suzanne to be here." "Fine. Let's cut the bullshit then. Is this because she's Black?" asks Suzanne's mom. Oh, I love her.
After this, we get another flashback! Suzanne, her sister Grace, and her mother get out of the family station wagon with sleepover accessories in hand. When they ring the doorbell, a pleasant Stepford wife answers the door and warmly invites Grace into the party. Her eyes then fall on Suzanne and noticeably, the same invitation is not extended to her. Filling the awkward silence that is sitting between them all, Suzanne's mother tells her daughters, "Why don't you girls go on down and join the party? Have a great time!" Once they both are inside, she quietly says, "I hope you don't mind. We just feel it's important for Suzanne to have the same social development as Grace." Stepford does mind: "I don't think it's...appropriate for Suzanne to be here." "Fine. Let's cut the bullshit then. Is this because she's Black?" asks Suzanne's mom. Oh, I love her.
You know what, Melanie? You're kind of a stupid bitch
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Oh, am I?
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Damn you, whitey! Damn you to Hell!
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Stepford, her pearly whites still out in front, replies, "She's ten years old, and it's a birthday party for 6 year olds." Suzanne's mom argues, "You know which kids suffer in this world, Melanie? The ones who are told they're different. The ones who aren't given the opportunity to succeed alongside every other kid their age, and I'll be damned if I label my child 'less than' so that the rest of the world can put her in a box and dismiss her before she's had a chance to succeed in life." *emotional clapping! Ugh, Suzanne's mom loves her so much, and you can tell every time Suzanne is ostracized or rejected, her mom feels it just as much.
Melanie, fake as ever, finally surrenders: "I'm sure she'll have a great time tonight." Oh, do you Melanie? She better! Or Mama Warren's gonna come back and throw down! Suzanne's mom gives a look of exhausted relief, and you can tell this woman is fighting battles daily for her daughter. Gah, it breaks my heart to watch this for so many reasons.
Returning to the present, Red is sitting in Sophia's chair, and with a determined growl, she tells Sophia, "I want to look fierce." Mission accomplished, Red. No need to have your hair done, you're there. Sophia asks for clarification: "Fierce? (*snap of the
Melanie, fake as ever, finally surrenders: "I'm sure she'll have a great time tonight." Oh, do you Melanie? She better! Or Mama Warren's gonna come back and throw down! Suzanne's mom gives a look of exhausted relief, and you can tell this woman is fighting battles daily for her daughter. Gah, it breaks my heart to watch this for so many reasons.
Returning to the present, Red is sitting in Sophia's chair, and with a determined growl, she tells Sophia, "I want to look fierce." Mission accomplished, Red. No need to have your hair done, you're there. Sophia asks for clarification: "Fierce? (*snap of the
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fingers) [or] fierce (*hissing with claws out)?" Red selects the second option and Sophia goes to work. Wanting to know what's behind this request, Sophia inquires, "If it ain't sex, what's got you crawling out of that gutter of bad hair?" Red: "Ever look at yourself and realize how other people must see you?" Sophia: "You caught the whole used-to-be-a-man thing, right?" Pfft, oh, Sophia, I love you.
Quietly, Red reveals, "A woman I knew a long time ago came back in yesterday." Understanding where she's going with this, Sophia finishes, "So, you wanna impress her?" Red growls, "More like intimidate her." Sophia assures Red that she'll get her all fixed up for the alpha female showdown. It's a battle of the heavyweights. Get ready! Over by the phones, Morello is talking to her sister, Franny, and she starts out, "I'm sorry, Franny, your reception's not so good. It sounded like you said that Christopher's getting married." Uh oh. It seems her sister is not mistaken, and Morello begins to stutter in confusion, "I don't...But...Oh, my |
Russian winter is coming...
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God. It's her. He's movin' into her house?" Nearby, the guard on duty, Fischer, looks on nervously, uncomfortable being present for this conversation. Morello, distraught at what she is hearing: "But that's less than an hour from here. He's tryin' to rub it in my face!" Almost unable to speak, Morello lets out a gasp in anger, swearing, "I will fucking strangle that fucking cooze!" Her eyes are filled with tears and her arm is visibly shaking while it tries to hold the phone. Suddenly, her voice goes higher and she says, "I know. I know. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Franny. No, no, I'm sorry. I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I really am." I have no idea what is happening, but I do know I feel very tense and distressed.
Trying to regain some composure, Morello asks, "Now, honey, real quick, just before I go, why don't you tell me when is it?" Oh no. After a little bit, Morello yells amongst her sobs, "I can find a fuckin' newspaper if I want to. Just tell me when it is. I'm your sister, for cryin' out loud." Getting a response, Morello shakes her head, as tears stream down her face: "My poor baby, he's so confused. He doesn't realize she's a whore. You don't go Jessica Simpson when you got Rihanna." What? Are we talking musically? Aesthetically? I mean, it's a personal preference thing, right?
Morello ends the conversation as she begins to hyperventilate, choking on her own words. She looks like she's being torn apart from the inside, and it's excruciating to watch. After her sister hangs up, she screams in a strangled voice, "God!" and turns to walk away. Fischer asks in a light voice, "Everything okay?" Devastatingly, Morello puts on a fake smile and unintentionally spits out, "I'm great!" before she runs out of the room. It appears Nichols' reference to Christopher not visiting Morello after a few weeks was accurate, and I'm guessing he broke off their engagement pretty soon into her stay at LCF. God, poor Morello.
Trying to regain some composure, Morello asks, "Now, honey, real quick, just before I go, why don't you tell me when is it?" Oh no. After a little bit, Morello yells amongst her sobs, "I can find a fuckin' newspaper if I want to. Just tell me when it is. I'm your sister, for cryin' out loud." Getting a response, Morello shakes her head, as tears stream down her face: "My poor baby, he's so confused. He doesn't realize she's a whore. You don't go Jessica Simpson when you got Rihanna." What? Are we talking musically? Aesthetically? I mean, it's a personal preference thing, right?
Morello ends the conversation as she begins to hyperventilate, choking on her own words. She looks like she's being torn apart from the inside, and it's excruciating to watch. After her sister hangs up, she screams in a strangled voice, "God!" and turns to walk away. Fischer asks in a light voice, "Everything okay?" Devastatingly, Morello puts on a fake smile and unintentionally spits out, "I'm great!" before she runs out of the room. It appears Nichols' reference to Christopher not visiting Morello after a few weeks was accurate, and I'm guessing he broke off their engagement pretty soon into her stay at LCF. God, poor Morello.
I thought maybe if I performed some type of sexual favor, you'd let me help out with your article...
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After that trauma, the show cuts to Larry who appears to be on a date with a man named Andrew. As Andrew sits down, he immediately begins, "So, like I said in my e-mail, loved your NPR piece." Eww, did you, Andrew? Really? Larry, of course, returns the compliment: "Well, um, I read City Post religiously. I was really excited to get your e-mail." Andrew takes a gulp of coffee, before telling Larry, "I'm hoping you can put me in touch with Piper." *Snort. Oh burn, Larry. His frowny little face reveals his disappointment in that he's still not the main attraction. Struggling with this, he stumbles, "Oh, uh...Wait, uh, what? Why?" Smooth, Larry, so smooth.
Andrew explains that he wants to do a story on Litchfield, and obviously, Piper would be his best connection on the inside. Larry offers, "Well, uh...you know, I'm, uh...I'm pretty deep into, uh...uh, journalism with the prison story. Um, you know, and it's not just Piper. I mean, uh, her counselor and I? We talk regularly, so, yeah, I mean, I'd be a really great asset." Shhh, Larry, shhh. Just be quiet. You're making things worse. What a sad, sad man.
Andrew explains that he wants to do a story on Litchfield, and obviously, Piper would be his best connection on the inside. Larry offers, "Well, uh...you know, I'm, uh...I'm pretty deep into, uh...uh, journalism with the prison story. Um, you know, and it's not just Piper. I mean, uh, her counselor and I? We talk regularly, so, yeah, I mean, I'd be a really great asset." Shhh, Larry, shhh. Just be quiet. You're making things worse. What a sad, sad man.