RACHEL ZOE PHOTOCAP: End Of A Short-Short Season

Well, The Rachel Zoe Project has LITERALLY come to an end, and now we’ll be left with nothing but memories of dramatic gasps and syncopated speech patterns. That’s probably a good thing as I felt my brain cells die by the second when i watched this show, but oh, it was such a fun brain cell death. I can’t say that every episode had a particularly intriguing or captivating story arc, but oh, it was all worth it for those classic moments when Rachel would Rachel-out — such as her notorious attempt to style “ghosts” and her ongoing struggles with vertigo. Doesn’t get much better than that (actually, it does, but just go with it).
Anyway, photocap after the jump.

“Ohmygod, Brad, those shorts are a legsaster.”
“LITERALLY, I want to show off my thighs.”
“You have a Braditude.”
“EW! Short shorts are the look for summer!”
“Really? I thought Braditude was the look for summer because it’s all you’re showing me: Braditude.”
“Am not!”
“LITERALLY, this is bringing back my vertigo.”
“Vertigo? Or Vertiwent?”
“Do you LITERALLY stay up all night thinking of these bad jokes?”
“Yes.”
“Ohmygod. This is a Bradsaster.”

“OHMYGOD. My laptop just died. I need to email Annie. Now I can’t. This is a disaster. Ohmygod. What do I do?”
“Is it dead or just asleep?”
“I don’t know.”
“Is there anything on the screen?”
“Ohmygod. Literally, it’s a fish tank. Fish got into my computer. Ohmygod. I’ve lost all my files. The fish have eaten them. What do I do?”
“Well, have you tried to wake up your computer?”
“I mean… I can TRY!”
“Why don’t you do that.”
“I… I can’t have this conversation right now. I’m leaving.”

“I am literally holding up five fingers, okay? But I want to be holding up six. I’m so sick of just having five fingers. If you can’t grow me another one, I’m going to leave.”

“Ohmygod. I see ten fingers. Am I seeing double? It’s the vertigo. It’s back. LITERALLY, my inner-ear is shutting it down.”

“Are you going to die?”

“Quite possibly.”

“Okay, well, if I can’t be a pallbearer at your funeral, I’m going to leave.”

“I want you and Brad to decide which one of you gets to be my pallbearer. Someone has to stay back here and deal with Demi.”

“LITERALLY, I would rather remove myself from the drama. Brad can be your pallbearer.”

“Is this a test? I don’t feel comfortable staying a job where my best pallbearing skills aren’t good enough.”

“None of you show me respect.”

“Why are you still waving your hand at me? Do you not see me? Am I invisible? Am I already a ghost? Ohmygod. I’m a ghost boss.”

“LITERALLY, there’s a headband on my head, and I can’t get it off.”
“Have you tried using your hands?”
“I mean… I can TRY.”

“Paging B.A. Baracus. Paging B.A. Baracus. Hello? Anyone? LITERALLY, I’m trying to reach the A-Team, and they’re not answering. Ohmygod. This is a disaster. Who knows how to reach MacGuyver?”

“Ohmygod, Dad. I have such intense vertigo. It’s bah-na-nas.”
“Well, don’t get too close to the railing then.”
“The what? OHMYGOD. Literally, I didn’t realize how high up we were. I thought this was just a big mural. LITERALLY, I’m going to faint. I can’t decide what’s better: fainting with my eyes open or closed.”

“LITERALLY, I don’t think I have a chin. Where is my chin? I’ve lost my chin. Is it a ghost chin? Oh, there it is.”

“I wonder how short shorts would look on my dog…”

“Ohmygod. I die for this studio. I die. LITERALLY, I have to tell my client Jen Garner. She will come in here and DIE. And then I’ll DIE. And then we’ll both be DEAD and ghosts. LITERALLY, we’re going to sell ghost clothing to ghost viewers. Ohmygod. How many ghosts watch QVC? Tay? Tay? Will you get the Bing on the phone? I want to ask it about ghosts.”

Roger: “You have to change your lifestyle, Rachel.”
“This isn’t a therapy session, Roge. Do you see a therapist in here? Because I don’t. Ohmygod. Why can’t I see the therapist? Is she a ghost? Is this ghost therapy? Who else is here? Is it a group session? Ghost group? I’m sitting next to Abraham Lincoln, aren’t I? LITERALLY, I’m so honored to be here with you, President Lincoln. What you did for this country was ON another level.”

“Ohmygod. What’s your new position, Roge?”
“Business affairs.”
“Ohmygod. You’re having an affair. With business.”
“No, it means I deal with the business side of things.”
“LITERALLY I’m going to kill her.”
“I’m not having an affair.”
“Tay? Tay? Look up a girl named Business and find her number. She’s having an affair with Roger. Use the Bing.”
“You know I love you, Rachel.”
“LITERALLY, this news is ON… another… level.”
“Rachel, THERE IS NO GIRL!”
“Why? Is she dead now? Is she a ghost? Are you sleeping with a ghost? Ohmygod. Roger has a ghost lover.”
“No, I don’t.”
“Did she possess you? Is she inside you right now? Like Lily Tomlin in Steve Martin in that movie?”
“All of Me?”
“Ohmygod. Funniest movie I have ever seen. LITERALLY ah-may-zing. Tay? Tay. Tell Bing to get me that movie.”