"Elizabeth, I'll be back!" Kim tootled into the house at her housekeeper, who probably had the day off and was miles away from Kim's sad lavender abode. "I'm going to have a new face. Okay. Ha ha ha!" Please don't ever make me go to Paul's Night of Beauty. My God, those scenes of poor, ruddy Kim in a soundless sob as yet another needle penetrated her little face. Or a botox needle going into Taylor's cadaver cheeks and producing an immediate olive-sized lump. (And thank you very much Lisa, but a couple of gherkins and a hot pastrami aren't what she needs. She has a genetically thin face so her only choice is to depend on the magic of fillers. Or something.) Kyle wanted Paul to fix her love handles and while Mauricio was against the whole thing she thought that octopus suction contraption looked harmless enough. Until the red lasers came on and started whipping around and speaking in the voice of Big Kathy.
Paul was really feeling like the cock of the walk, and so he probably erred on the side of overusing that horrible term "muffin top." And perhaps no patient wants to hear her doctor direct his assistant to baste her like a turkey and cook her for 20 minutes. He did though, in a nice display of calm doctor speak, gently get out of Kim what medications she's taking. Turns out Kim is on a cocktail -- Kyle rapped her sister's hand for using that word -- of some heavy duty anti-depressants as well as what I gather is an anti-seizure med. Paul explained that such a combo could explain away her sleepy, slurry, I'm-just-going-to-take-a-quick-nap-on-this-bar demeanor. That said, let's pump up some lips! Kim worried that perhaps she'd rue the day she ever hollered inarticulately about Taylor's enormous pout. As Paul smeared the skin around her mouth and chin with what looked a dog's rabid foam, she snapped at Kyle to stop backseat-patienting and Kyle left in a huff. These two! Read More...http://tvrecaps.ew.com/recap/real-housewives-beverly-hills-season-tw-episode-ten/