
Kayte: (sitting on couch, crying over how uncomfortable it is to carry twins) You have no idea how I feel.
Kelsey: (pacing, raking hand through grizzly hair) And I never will. I'm not a woman, Kayte.
Kayte: You're going to leave me. I'm getting so fat. Camille never got fat.
Kelsey: What do you want me to do?
Kayte: You're no fun anymore.
Kelsey: I play with my Wii, we tweet. How else can I make you happy?
Kayte: Let's go out, do something crazy. SHOTS!
Kelsey: The doctor said to take it easy.
Kayte: I want it in writing. You'll never leave me!!! You don't know what I'm going through!!!
Kelsey: Oh dear God. What's close to the pain of childbirth?
Kayte: Get a tattoo!!!
Kelsey: I hate needles. Oh poo.
Kayte: Do it!!! I'm wife #4, how am I special?
Kelsey: Oh all right. I'll get a 60$ tattoo. Your name in my pelvic region.
Kayte: Oh that is so awesome!!! You love me!!!
(because you certainly can't get a tattoo removed). Sorry. That was mean. It sort of just seems weird. Mostly the 60$ part. The photo is everywhere.
Hilary Clinton seen partying in Colombia, way past her bedtime. Get a lampshade, Hils. I'll always vote for ya!
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