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My Favorite Parts of the Oprah/Whitney Interview...So Far

Here are my favorite parts of the Oprah Winfrey interview with Whitney Houston based on Monday's show. I need to recover from all this before I can watch part two...slash I'm waiting for someone to upload it on Youtube.

- The fact that Whitney has officially morphed into Dionne Warwick. I kept waiting for her to bust out into "Say A Little Prayer."

- The fact that she can barely talk, and Oprah has her sing on her show later and then tweets "Whitney blew the roof off the house." That might win the "Really? ...Really?" award of the year.

- The fact that Oprah wasted about five minutes before she was asking about Bobby. That woman knows how to get to the good stuff.

- "Go with me, Oprah. Go with me." Go with you? Go with you where? Back to the coke dealer? Oprah had to pretend to want to understand how to mix marijuana and cocaine. That was the best "I can't believe you're telling me this shit" smile I've ever seen. I think at that point she could actually taste the ratings.

- When Oprah said she understood what Whitney was referring to regarding men who can't handle women who make more money and/or are more famous than they are. Yet another subtle look at the Stedman/Oprah relationship.

- Whitney's comic timing. Seriously, when you get past the fact that she was talking about her husband cutting her head off a family portrait, it's a hysterical television moment. You don't believe me? Whitney's response to Bobby Brown drawing evil eyes all over their bedroom--"Oh, he became an artiste." That's brilliance, people. I was ready to create an Emmy award for Best Oprah Guest and hand it right over.

- Oprah crying more than Whitney did when she talked about Bobby Brown spitting on her. I love that other people are more traumatized by Whitney's life than she is.

But my absolute top pick for favorite moment? The clip of Whitney singing "The Star-Spangled Banner." Realizing in that moment that the voice really is gone.

That's the part where I actually teared up.

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