She's not supposed to be here until 9.

Her driver just text-messaged and ... her facialist ruptured a disc.

God, these people!

Who's that?

That, I can't even talk about.

Alright, everyone, gird your loins!

Did someone eat an onion bagel?

Sorry, Miranda.

Move it!

Ooh!

I don't know understand why it's so difficult to confirm an appointment.

I know. I'm so sorry, Miranda, I actually did confirm last night -

Details of your incompetence do not interest me.

Tell Simone I'm not going to approve that girl that she sent me for the Brazilian layout.

I asked for clean, athletic, smiley. She sent me dirty, tired, and paunchy.

And RSVP "Yes" to Michael Kors' party.

I want the driver to drop me off at 9:30 and pick me up at 9:45 sharp.