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MARY ALICE
Competition. It means different things to different people. In suburbia, it means keeping up with the Joneses. On Wisteria Lane, that means keeping up with Bree Van De Kamp. Everyone knew Bree had the nicest lawn in the neighborhood, and no one begrudged her this. No one, that is, except Martha Hoover, whose own lawn paled in comparison. No matter how carefully she trimmed, or how lovingly she watered, or how generously she fertilized, the grass was always greener on the other side of the fence. |
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PAUL YOUNG
What are we going to do? |
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MARY ALICE
You said they were pouring the concrete for the pool to mould. |
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PAUL YOUNG
You can't be serious! |
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MARY ALICE
They'll never find her. We can put her in this. |
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PAUL YOUNG
She wont fit! |
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MARY ALICE
Then we'll have to make her fit! |
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PAUL YOUNG
What are you doing? |
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MARY ALICE
Checking for track marks. |
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MARY ALICE
[voice-over] Yes, each new day in suburbia brings with it a new set of lies. The worst are the ones we tell ourselves right before we fall asleep. We whisper them in the dark, telling ourselves we're happy, or that he's happy. That we can change, or that he will change his mind. We persuade ourselves that we can live with our sins, or that we can live without him. Yes, each night before we fall asleep we lie to ourselves in a desperate, desperate hope that come morning... it will all be true. |
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MARY ALICE
[voice over narration] And, for a moment, Mrs. Huber stood motionless in her kitchen, grief-stricken by this senseless tragedy. But only for a moment. If there was one thing Mrs. Huber was known for, it was her ability to look on the bright side. |