bree

But what I remember most about Bree. . . was the look of fear in her eyes.

Bree: It's the age-old question, how much do we want to know about our neighbors?

Yes, Bree was afraid of many things. But if there was one thing she wasn't afraid of, it was a challenge.

Bree: Well, the nurses at your office may start wondering why you're disappearing three times a week. Tennis lessons are a plausible alibi.

Bree: And I can't believe you told me that she was senile! You lied to me.

Carlos: So Gabrielle says that you and Bree are taking lessons three times a week.

Bree was the chief village of the Bree-land, a small inhabited region, like an island in the empty lands round about.

Bree: I have something horrible to tell you, and I don't know how to say it.

all people living in Wisteria Lane see Bree as a perfect wife and mother, everyone, except for her family.

Bree: Hi. I got, uh, your message that you wanted to see me before the meeting started.

BREE: Great. Everything is just great. Okay, well, I got you the honey mustard dressing; the ranch looked just a little bit suspect.

Bree had started to realize her world was unravelling, and for a woman who despised loose ends, that was unacceptable.

Lying round Bree-hill and the villages was a small country of fields and tamed woodland only a few miles broad.

Yes, Bree believed in old-fashioned values, but she also believed it was better to be safe than sorry.

No, I'm not gonna use Bree to send some message. You're missing one key detail. Sleeping with the enemy is hot.

I'll never be able to say that, " said Shasta. " Can I call you Bree?

Bree Osbourne: Now you know how I felt when you hired those private detectives.

BREE: Rex. Seeing that you're the head of this household, I would really appreciate you saying something.

Bree knew what she was to do was wrong. But like most sinners she would worry her guilt tomorrow.

Meanwhile, Bree begins to feel the pressures of balancing marriage and a career.

Bree: Well, I wanted to invite you and your father to a dinner party tomorrow night.

I started writing from Bree's perspective about those final days, and what it was like to be a newborn.

Bree: Because I want you to pull him from the swim team and I don't think you'll allow it without proof.

Of course, not everyone who reads this book feels guilt over the bad things they do. But Bree Van de Kamp did.

The question was particularly remarkable, for it didn't match Bree Walker's report or the circumstances of Karen Straw's life at all.

Bree was outside showing her future son in law color samples for the home she had bought him, and smiling politely when they disagreed.

But in the Bree-land, at any rate, the hobbits were decent and prosperous, and no more rustic than most of their distant relatives Inside.

BREE: You're gonna cancel the meeting with that divorce lawyer, and we're gonna find ourselves a marriage counselor.

the neighbourhood on Wisteria Lane all think Bree to a perfect wife and mother. actually, everyone except her family think so.

Bree: For god makes, it was an honest mistake.

Bree: I'm sorry. She just came out of nowhere.

The Bree-folk used to be fair-spoken to travellers, or so I had heard.

Bree: My backhand's improving immensely, but you're still having problems with your serve.

Bree: I have done nothing to be forgiven for! I was a fantastic wife!

NARRATOR: BREE sobbed quietly in the restroom for 5 minutes. But her husband never knew. Because when Bree finally emerge, she was perfect.

Bree: It hurt and still hurts. I was too little to say anything. If she cared about me, she would never abandon me.

George: Ah, Bree, I'm sure you haven't gone anywhere in weeks. You gotta get out and do things.

Bree: If you could just tell me what he told you, then I could fix the problem.

But her husband never knew. Because when Bree finally emerge, she was perfect.

Bree. . . . . . She doesn't like to talk about her feelings.

And Bree must be especially careful around her new love, Detective Chuck Vance.

DR GOLDFINE: Bree, Rex just called, he won't be able to meet you here today.

Bree: It's not a good time for change in my life, Peter. Terrible things are happening.

Bree: Ah. There. Obviously, if you've forgotten anything, you can, um, come right back and get it.

Karl: Bree, when you tell me you could never hurt the man you used to love, It doesn't make me angry.

For Season Eight, Carlos's murder of Gaby's evil stepfather and the cover up by Susan, Gaby, Bree and Lynette has far reaching effects.

Bree: Okay, time for cobbler. Sorry, one of the dessert plates doesn't match.

Bree: I admit it was a terrible coincidence.

Bree: He hasn't asked me out technically. We talked in the library. He said I was cute. It's always well to cast an anchor to windward.

BREE: Oh, who cares what he thinks? I took psychology in college, we learned all about Freud. A miserable human being.

Bree: For God's sake! It's too bloody. How can people be so cruel?

Bree: I may not love him anymore, but I am not gonna win my freedom by taking away his.

The soup in this bowl of noodles is made of bree. It tastes thick and delicious.

And Bree decided to come clean.

Bree: Right, from here I can see a bail bondsman and an adult bookshop.

Bree: I think a little more reverence for the dead is in order.

Bree: Let me take your coat.

We--we always fogged up the plexiglas with that one. Bree: Well, it's good that you can laugh about it.

Bree Van De Kamp, who lives next door, brought baskets of muffins she baked from scratch.

Bree: Well, maybe they'll just be happy for you.

Bree looks down at her destroyed lawn in dismay .

Bree: Did you see that?

Bree: Um. . . I could tell them that you went to tennis camp. That was a joke.

I don't need to see pictures.

Bree: Don't give me that poop face. I was in the cooking class. Yes, I heard me say it.

The Bree-folk called them Rangers, and knew nothing of their origin.

Bree: What? You are imagining things.

BREE: Rex, I don't want to say anything that might upset you.

Bree accidentally poisoned her husband.

Bree: Rebecca, I just spoke to her.

Bree: Yes. The quickest way to a man's heart is through his stomach.

Why don't you just tell Bree what you need?

Bree, you've spent most of the hour engaging in small talk.

Bree: You finished that? Already? It's three months away.

Humanitarian Officials agree many lives will be lost unless the government bree versus reverses this policy.

Bree: Lynette, these cards are sticky.

BREE: Oh, who cares what he thinks?

Bree: Why should I feel guilty?

Bree sings your praises as a team.

Bree: You can't prick the fish to please the sick tastes of some bloody people.

I wouldn't pull out the suit quite yet. I've spoken to Bree Buckley.

BREE: Oh, Well, I wish he'd called me.

Bree: Andrew. . . Rex, you need to come home. Something's happened, and we need you.

Bree: Why must old ladies always do that?

Bree: Call me later when you've set something up.

Bree: I'll make braised lamb shanks.

I've never seen Bree so happy. She's glowing.

BREE: Okay, baby, where were we?

Bree: I am not the spy in this story.

Bree: Well, why don't you move back upstairs and sleep in our bed?

Bree: Oh. That's too bad. Well, I should go.

Bree felt threatened by the past.

A mysterious cassette tape had been discovered by my friend Bree.

Bree: It'll be better this way. Now, can I get you some more ice cream?

Bree: Oh, Rex, you look so tired.

Everyone who lives Wisteria Lane think that Bree is a perfect wife and mother, Except her family.

Bree: Rex. In college, when we first started dating, people were so jealous of us.

Sam and I must get to Bree.

Bree: I already did. 20 years ago. Remember?

Bree: It's my pride and joy.

Bree: I have to go. It's late.

Bree: I didn't have time to make an appointment.

Bree: Of course you are. Why wouldn't you be?

BREE: Is that how you see me?

Gaby: Bree, I've never seen you like this.

BREE: Good. I have a question for you.

BREE: What do you mean what's in this? It's salad.

Bree: Well, good, because I have some new flour that I have been just dying to show off.

Bree: Not you, Karl. The room.

Bree: Andrew, don't you have a meet at the swim club?

Bree: I wanna do this. I do. But not here.

Bree: Remember that night when Carlos' mother was run over by a car?

Bree: Do you really want to know my secret?

Do you hear me? - Bree.

Like my friend Bree Van De Kamp.

REX: Bree, what are you doing here?

BREE: Hi, I'm Bree, and this is my husband Rex. And I brought you some homemade pot pourri.

Bree: Do you ever think you might like it?

Keith Bradsher contributed reporting from Hong Kong, and Bree Feng contributed research from Beijing.

DR GOLDFINE: Rex, I'm curious. Do you ever acknowledge the benefits of living with Bree?

I don't need to see pictures. Bree, you've spent most of the hour engaging in small talk. Bree

Bree longed to share the truth about her husband's painful betrayal,

BREE: Good, I'm gonna go and make myself some warm milk. Would you like something to drink?

Bree Van De Kamp I remember the easy confidence of her smile, easy:

Method and Application Effect of Recurrent Selection for Restoring Line Bree-ding of Rice

Occasionally the Hobbits of Bree went as far as Buckland, or the Eastfarthing;

But here's the good thing about god, Bree,

Yuanyan Bree chafing dish soup