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MARY ALICE
Competition, it means different things to different people. But whether it's a friendly rivalry... or a fight to the death... the end result is the same. There will be winners... and there will be losers. Of course, the trick is to know which battles to fight. You see, no victory comes without a price.
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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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MARY ALICE
Sweety, we can't prevent what we can't predict.
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MARY ALICE
It's a rare man that understands the value of a perfect rose.
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MARY ALICE
Yes, sooner or later we must all grow up. No-one knows this better than the young.
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MARY ALICE
[voice over narration] Everyone on Wisteria Lane thought of Bree as the perfect wife and mother. Everyone, that is, except her own family.
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MARY ALICE
It suddenly occurred to Lynette her label was about to change yet again. And for the next few years, she would be known as the mother of the boys who painted Tiffany Axelrod blue.
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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
[narrating voice over, about Edie] Susan had met the enemy. And she? Was a slut.
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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.