April 1, 2010 | 0 Comments
Amanda: You’re like a big, fancy designer in London, and I’m a big-shot stylist in New York. Well not in the sense that I have any…
Amanda: You’re like a big, fancy designer in London, and I’m a big-shot stylist in New York. Well not in the sense that I have any…
Wilhelmina: Slip-ups are inevitable. And it’s okay. I certainly know how tempting a perfectly mixed cocktail can be. I can almost taste…
Gio: Everyone said, ‘When you go to London, don’t miss Betty’s boobs.’ I’m just glad there wasn’t a line.
Amanda: We decided that every time you say ‘work’, we drink!
Marc: I like Trey better. Or Trevor. We’ll talk about it. I’m sure he’ll want to weigh in.
Hilda: Justin doesn’t walk. He’s told me a thousand times: ‘Shoes are fashion — not for function.
Betty: All of your ideas involve nudity. Amanda: You’re welcome.
Tyler: I was conceived in a rehab facility – I guess I was destined to be an alcoholic.
Bobby: Booze booze and a bus to Atlantic City!
Amanda: No it’s genius! You are bringing back innerwear as outerwear.