Episode 3: Moving Violations
Cocktail #3: Done.
The Faster You Dig, The Faster You Die.
I’ll just leave LA and reinvent myself somewhere else.
Muldoon just got shoveled in the crotch.
Episode 3 and we’re already recycling stock footage of sexy LA singles flirting down the sunset strip.
Heather locklear is rocking 1st season of the O.C. Mischa Barton bangs.
Cameo! Robert Gant, who played Principal Krups on the second season of Popular and one of the fags on Queer as Folk.
Officer Handsome just shot Muldoon! Is he dead? He has no pulse, but he didn’t when Jane and Sydney buried him alive.
I’ve never seen a dead body before.
You get used to it.
Billy you don’t need to help me. Jake and Matt are helping already. Matt is on speed, so we’ll be done really fast.
Sneaking around is still kinda fun.
Obligatory Conjugal Visits.
Short-alls.
No offense Jane, but your lifestyle is a little too alternative for me.
Jane in a chambray men’s pajama shirt > romper/jumper debate > patrick has a silken onesie > he tries it on, i try it on > he tries it again > cocktail 4
I prefer the term boiler suit or jumpsuit to onesie. Yuck.
Kimberley remembers everything. A few loose ends to tie up still, but basically now Amanda, Peter, Kimberley and Michael are free to terrorize somebody else. Plus we get to find out Peter’s mysterious connection to lip-liner fiend Taylor McBride.
I don’t know what else to do.
The slow-mo black & white recap was a neopolitan ice cream of Alison, Jake and Billy.
I just love money. So sez Sydney while she stuffs her Kate Spade, every resort collection woven raffia tote bag. So sez mayibefrank, “The size of an african violet flower pot.”
All-white canvas mary jane doc martens. With plastic trim.
Yet another Isaac Mizrahi for Sydney.
Who cares, as long as the drinks are free.
Hi Billy, this is Jane’s roommate. She thinks you’re cute.
Chardonnay: The official beverage of Melrose Place. And California. And the ’90s.
I decided. I needed. A Shower. Too.
Billy should know better than to fight Jake. Have you seen Jake with his shirt off? No.
You’re My Friends. Go To Hell.
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