Just for the record, she still loves you. She wouldn't bother to torture you if she didn't.
Maybe it's just a daughter's job to piss off her mother.
All you can do is hope for a pattern to emerge, and sometimes it never does. Still, with a plan, you only get the best you can imagine. I'd always hoped for something better than that.
There are bodies buried everywhere you just have to know where to look.
Sorry, mom. Sorry, God.
Brandy is so attractive you could chop her head off and put it on blue velvet in the window at Tiffany's and somebody would buy it for a million dollars.