“What is it with all the immaculate blondes? It's like Stepford here.”
“What Martha Stewart-like demon of a Stepford wife is possessing me?”
“Out here on the perimeter there are no stars. Out here we is stoned. Immaculate.”
“Forget the night.Live with us in forests of azure.Out here on the perimeter there are no stars,Out here we is stoned - immaculate.”
“I cook better than a Stepford wife and Bobby Flay, COMBINED!”
“That’s what she was, Joanna felt suddenly. That’s what they all were, all the Stepford wives: actresses in commercials, pleased with detergents and floor wax, with cleansers, shampoos, and deodorants. Pretty actresses, big in the bosom but small in the talent, playing housewives unconvincingly, too nicey-nice to be real.”