If you’re like me, you’re already missing The Real Housewives of New York City the way Amy Winehouse misses crack (allegedly). This week’s season finale was yet another fine installment in this tremendous guilty pleasure, which again leads me to wonder why Bravo only produced a paltry six episodes. They were probably afraid the show wouldn’t catch on. Well, fear not, people. The show most certainly did catch on, and I just read somewhere that it’s been renewed for a second season (along with another spin-off, The Real Housewives of New Jersey. Eh). We may have to wait a few months before the next batch of haughty adventures, but in the meantime we have what looks to be a juicy reunion show on Tuesday. Until then, enjoy this photocap of the season finale…
“I swear, Bethenny, if I hear one more photographer refer to me as only ‘LuAnn,’ I’m gonna march right off this red carpet.”
“Aren’t immigrants hilarious?”
“Cheers to our tax bracket!”
“Alllly, you gotta get a job with Bawwwwbbbby.”
“Oh my gawd, this is hilarious! Ginger, LICK MY NOSE!”
“François, are you ready to terrorize Brooklyn today?”
“Oh God. Our child doesn’t know the difference between circles and squares.”
“Well, I’ve been reading him excerpts from Molière; so you can’t blame me!”
“Why you sitting so far away?”
“I’m sitting where I always sit. You’re the one who’s sitting far away.”
“I like to sit in this corner.”
“And I like to sit in this corner.”
“So we both like the corners — it’s a crime now to like the corners?”
“Who said anything about a crime?”
“It’s just a saying.”
“A saying, she says. I’ve never heard of it.”
“Well, now you have.”
“Look at this one. You gotta know every expression just to keep up.”
“You want I should slow down?”
“Would it be so terrible?”
“So I’ll slow down.”
“Good.”
“And there we are.”
“There we are.”
“So Louie, what’s the story? You married? You got a job? How much did your socks cost?”
“Jason, if you don’t open your mouth an say something, I swear I’m gonna stab you through the eyeball with a skewer.”
“Well, off to visit with the blacks.”
“You’re so precious. Mind if I call you Condi? You can call me MRS. DELESSEPS.”
“So I says to him, ‘You’re never gonna get Jill Zarin to wear a hardhat,’ and he says, ‘Bethenny, she’ll wear it,’ so I says, ‘How much you wanna bet that she won’t wear it?’ and he says, ‘Just watch,’ and I says, ‘I’ll believe it when I see it!’ and then here you are wearing the hardhat! I WANT A BABY.”
“We’re here! And we brought our utterly undisciplined children!”
“I’m late? Okay, um, well, how about I give you three different excuses that all contradict each other?”
“Now this is what you call a girls night out! MORE RITALIN PLEASE.”
“Great. I got stuck next to Ramona. Where’s Condi when you need her?”
