Can you spell 'Gabbana'? I guess not...
I can't. It's too soon after I've broken up with my boyfriend and ... I have to get up for work early tomorrow and ... I've run out of excuses.
Emily, Emily watch my head spin
Human resources certainly has an odd sense of humor.
A million girls would kill for this job.
Do you have a prior commitment? Some hideous skirt convention you have to go to?
See, I'm on this new diet where I don't eat for a week and when I think I'm going to faint, I eat a cube of cheese. I figure I'm one stomach flu away from my goal weight.
I love my job, I love my job.
I don't normally say this to people who aren't me but you have got to calm down.
It's not fair! I mean, you eat carbs for Christ's sake!
You sold your soul to the devil when you put on your first pair of Jimmy Choos!
Also, tell Richard I saw all the pictures that he sent for that feature on the female paratroopers and they're all so deeply unattractive. Is it impossible to find a lovely, slender, female paratrooper? Am I reaching for the stars here? Not really.
The details of your incompetence do not interest me.
This... stuff? Oh... ok. I see, you think this has nothing to do with you. You go to your closet and you select out, oh I don't know, that lumpy blue sweater, for instance, because you're trying to tell the world that you take yourself too seriously to care about what you put on your back. But what you don't know is that that sweater is not just blue, it's not turquoise, it's not lapis, it's actually cerulean. You're also blindly unaware of the fact that in 2002, Oscar de la Renta did a collection of cerulean gowns. And then I think it was Yves St. Laurent, wasn't it, who showed cerulean military jackets? And then cerulean quickly showed up in the collections of eight different designers. Then it filtered down through the department stores and then trickled on down into some tragic Casual Corner where you, no doubt, fished it out of some clearance bin. However, that blue represents millions of dollars and countless jobs and so it's sort of comical how you think that you've made a choice that exempts you from the fashion industry when, in fact, you're wearing the sweater that was selected for you by the people in this room. From a pile of stuff.
By all means move at a glacial pace; you know how that thrills me.
We're done here.
Is there some reason my coffee isn't here? Has she died?
If I see freesias anywhere, I will be very disappointed.
Are we doing a before and after piece someone didn't tell me about?
Looks like Oklahoma and New Jersey had a baby out of wedlock.
Yes. That's what this whole multibillion-dollar industry is about : inner beauty.
Other girls would die to work here. You merely deign.
This magazine published the greatest artists of the last century: Halston ... De la Renta ... Lagerfeld.
You're in desperate need of Chanel
Don't make me feed you to one of the models