a golden lady

Last night, I dream I was wearing a beautiful brown satin dress. . .

(seeing a biker zoom by, wearing tight clothes)

Look at dat man! NAKED!

I tease yo son about Obama all da time...and he bite all the time! Ha! I don't care!

If Obama take my check away, I kill him!

(after seeing a fat man walking on the street in DC)

V: Wow, he's fat!
Josette: Dat is a memorial of the washington george, vivienne.

(while driving through DC)

Dey're so many holes here...

A: Remember we used the GPS when we went to the Price is Right?
Josette: Oh yeah. What a shock. It was so ugly. All those people. They don't pick you. They pick those Mexicans.

V: What about Camilla?
Josette: Vivienne... (she shakes her head)... Everytime you see her she is with a glass.
V: She was pretty when she was younger, but she didn't age well.
Josette: Before she met Charles, she had facelift, butt, facelift. Everything! That man... he destroyed his happiness.

I hear you! YAAAAA I DO! Crit-tea-size! Crit-tea-size!!!
And I rememba the time you tole to say nothing- and I don't! You see!

look at how she does. she attacks dat salade! my babies, yo momma becomes good cook, you know dat! Never forget her, never. If she be com depress one day, you be der for her.