Rex:
Look at you... going out?
Bree:
Not that it's any of your business, but I have a date.
Rex:
A date... what kind of date?
Bree:
Rex, I don't want to say anything that might upset you. The doctor said any more stress could cause another heart attack.
[pause]
Bree:
It's a romantic date with a single, attractive man and I intend to french the hell out of him.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:46