“Whatever this is. Whatever you’re doin. You don’t get to hide behind the word fate.”
Last week, my occasional recap companion, Mini, observed that “Karma” felt emotionally honest. The connections between the characters seemed authentic, the sense of doom and loss rang true, and the painful bits – of which there have been a lot this season – were actually painful. Mini is new to watching True Blood so she […]
“Sorry man, I stopped listening about half way through.” You and me both, Jason. You and me both. We are halfway through what should have been the best season of True Blood so far ““ the witch war and Sookie/Eric should have been plenty to propel the storyline ““ and I’m about ready to stop […]
Since when has any fanatic been held back by the improbability of their righteous mission?
Eric, snap the f*ck out of it! You have no loyalty to Bill Compton. You are a Viking vampire and god and you bow to no one! If someone crosses you, you rip out their liver with one fang!
Witches? Oh, great, now I have to deal with witches?! No! Not my problem!
There are two Sookie Stackhouses. One who still clings to the idea that she’s merely human, and the other who’s coming to grips with the fact that you are better than that.
But understand this. Everyone who claims to love you: your friends, your brother, even Bill Compton, they all gave up on you but I. Never. Did.
My mama, when she thought something was too good to be true, she’d say, “˜Satan in a Sunday hat.’ That’s exactly what this is.
I’m so happy and proud to shake the hand of someone with your values. Too often we’re governed by criminals and hypocrites. Don’t you agree? But I can tell you’re a man of virtues, and I applaud the effort you’re making against the poor and disenfranchised, especially the vampires and the gays.
There’s vampire in your cleavage.
What I do on my own time is no concern of yours or any of y’all’s. Yes! I had sex with Bill, and since every one of y’all’s too chicken to ask, it was great! I enjoyed every second of it. And if you don’t like that, you can just fire me!
There’s a woman lyin’ dead downstairs. She wouldn’t be there if it weren’t for you. Anything happens to Sookie, I promise… I’ll be sharpening a stake with your name on it.
“If you’re gonna accuse me of lying, be a man and say it out loud, for Pete’s sake. Either way, I’m gonna hear you whether you look me in the eye or not. Let’s face it, there’s not a whole lotta ideas in there. Like mice in a cage.”
Um, I read. You’re not the first vain-ass, body-conscious ex-jock to overdo the V and wind up with an acute case of priapism!