"Yeah. What if she’s right? What if there is a killer…or it’s cold?"
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Orson: Don’t you wanna do that upstairs? You know, near the hamper.
Bree: Actually, i’d rather do it…Right… Here.
Orson: Why are you walking like that?
Bree: Why do you think?
Orson: I’m not sure. You’re trying to make me feel better about being paralyzed?
Bree: Guess again, big boy.
Orson: Well, if you’re having a stroke, we’re gonna make quite the team.
Bree: I do believe it’s getting… Hot in here.
Orson: Are you all right?
Bree: Yeah. just a second. my earring’s caught. Enjoy the music.Orson: Oh, let me help.
Bree: No, no, no. i’m good. stay there.
Orson: i’m coming over.
Bree: No, orson, i’ve got it.
Orson: I’m sorry. i’m sorry.
Bree: I told you i didn’t need any help!
Orson: Well, in my defense, that wasn’t entirely clear.
Yes, Bree knew how to take care of her guests. Especially those who weren’t invited.