Rest in peace, Oscar de la Renta.
(Source: US Weekly)
Four days, five boxes of Kleenex, and too much chicken soup later, I no longer think this is “just a cold.” It’s more like an ancient curse, forged in the bowels of hell and meant to either do me in or drive me insane.
- Charlene: Julia, you ought to take something for that cold.
- Julia: I've taken everything, Charlene. The only thing left is to have my nose amputated.
"What we establish in a couple episodes is they don’t make Glorias anymore. That is a person who is from an incredible amount of money and was probably wildly protected and an absent mother and is really sort of overcompensating. In the next couple of episodes, we will establish there is a family secret going on that perhaps will explain why she is so indulgent. She’s based on that sort of Doris Duke/Gloria Guinness/Babe Paley gal that I’ve always been interested in. She’s that."
Once again, Ryan has given her the campiest, gay icon-iest (did I just make up a word?) character influences and I love it…though I don’t think Babe ever would have invited a clown that is obviously wearing a human scalp on his head into her home…