October 17, 2009 | 0 Comments
Helen: I’m not worried. Someone will marry me. Or make me a part of their entourage. Oh, oh, or make a reality show about me! It’s all…
Helen: I’m not worried. Someone will marry me. Or make me a part of their entourage. Oh, oh, or make a reality show about me! It’s all…
Amanda: Old people usually scare me because they remind me of death and all. But I like you. You’re like a giant, knobby shade tree.
Helen: So I was at The Gates last night and that dad from Jon & Kate Plus 8 was there—I think his name is Ben. Anyway, he was totally…
Marc: That’s a muffin! You can’t call a tape dispenser with a muffin!
Marc: Betty’s waddling around here somewhere. Last I saw she was tossing carbs around the office with wild abandon!
Wilhelmina: I’m sorry. All those facelifts must have affected your speech. What do you say?
Wilhelmina: Wake up and smell the aromatherapy, Betty! Being an assistant is boot camp. Being an editor is war. You have your allies, you…
Wilhelmina: Oh, and malaria—really?! Like I would ever put disease-ridden poor people in the pages of this magazine.
Amanda: Get away from me, you bloated troll.
Willy: No, Marc, you can’t use my bathroom. No one uses my bathroom, not even me!