Portia de Rossi on coming out to her grandmother
Oh Ben, you old raging alcoholic you.
the best kind of flirting: the flirting where apparently neither of you knew you were flirting but APPARENTLY EVERYONE ELSE DID
We’re a team, aren’t we? And I’m so proud of my victors. So proud. You both deserved so much better. I am truly sorry.
If you don’t love Effie, we have a problem.
There is a moment where she realizes that she’s been apart of the machine, a part of the horrible truth of how Panem keeps everyone in line, and she shoves it down and away to make sure she does her job, not for the capitol but for her victors.