Gloria Quote #684

Quote from Gloria in Basketball

Gloria: Donna, we have to stop this fighting. A wise man once told me that we resent mirrors that show us what we don't want to see.
Dr. Donna: [scoffs] That's ridiculous. I love mirrors.
Gloria: But the point is that I was mad because you made me see who I really am, and I was shocked to see what I have become.
Dr. Donna: Stop talking. You're sounding human, and I don't like that.
Gloria: I am soft, privileged lady, and I thought that bothered me. Until today, I realized that it doesn't. I don't want to do this. I love my pretty, pretty life. The only thing that makes me feel bad is that I don't really feel bad about it.
Dr. Donna: Thank you so much for opening up to me. I almost started to feel something for you, but then when you said you don't feel guilty, my rage returned tenfold. And I need that rage. It gets me up in the morning.
Gloria: Well, if it helps you, I eat everything I want, and I work out like once a year.
Dr. Donna: You're horrible. [sighs] Oh, thank you.

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